Hugging posts and weaving willow

Had an ultrasound scan this afternoon. Then as a special unexpected treat they decided to do an internal scan as well. Oooh. 

I still have my sausage and they still don't know what it is. But it's not changed size and not giving me any pain so I won't worry too much just yet.

In other news George ate a huge lump of pink salt dough that the grandchildren and I had been making this morning. As a result he drank a lot meaning that when we came back from the hospital and Sainsburys we were greeted with a big puddle. A very big puddle. 

Coincidentally the radiator in the kitchen also leaked - a much smaller puddle - but I don't think the two incidents were connected.

In other other news yesterday morning, with a bunch of ladies from Zac's women's group, I went willow weaving in a wood. It turned out to be a very wet wood but we all enjoyed ourselves.

Add seeds and lard and you have a bird-feeder.

As Younger Son pointed out there's not a lot of weaving involved in the making of this star but all the visible tying is done with willow.

And if I could remember anything else that I've done recently I'd tell you but my mind is blank. Possibly because I walked into a lamp-post. Well, not so much walked into it as gave it a hug.