Thanks Doll

I was hoping to get a good photo of Toby but it's impossible: he never keeps still.

Why walk when you can run is Toby's motto.

I took him to Clyne Gardens today because a friend had posted photos on Facebook of some lovely metal animal sculptures there. I walked all the way around the park and even asked a couple of regulars if they'd seen the sculptures. No-one had and, indeed, I couldn't find them. 

It turned out the sculptures had only been visiting for a photoshoot. 

Now there will be people wandering around looking for them. And asking other people and soon the park will be full of puzzled-looking people.

Did spot some very pretty croci in amongst the fallen leaves though.

And some rather lovely octopi.

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In Zac's this morning when I gave one of our guests a pair of shoes he said, "Thanks doll."

Now some women might be offended by that. Not me. I was delighted.

Tomorrow morning we're having a new and pre-loved clothes sale in Zac's. We're often given clothes that are unsuitable and rather than send them all to recycling Tamsin and I thought we'd try to sell the best of them. Some are brand new and some are even designer labels. I fear we may not have done a very good job of advertising the event though.

I did make a banner which Stu hung up for me today.

Now I thought I'd done quite a neat printing job on it . . .

Makes me wonder if the picture of Zaccheus really is a bit wonky as everyone else seems to think. (I was the one who gave Stu instructions on getting it straight when he hung it up.)