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.|