Amongst the bustle of the school Thursday Market there was an exuberant WHOAR! from the Middle as he rushed to rescue an abandoned nest the wind gusted to the ground.
Holding this crafted work in the palm of my hand makes my heart skip beats. This birdie-builder is all about quality – none of that polyester stuffing business – it’s lined entirely in 100% wool with smudges of accent colour decorating the edges.
In less clever news, this is the only photographic evidence of a weekend away with dearest friends.
What a luxury as our partners held the respective forts and for the first time in twenty years it was just us high school pals. The not-clever bit, is that involving the over-consumption of tangy margheritas. This One Pot Screamer* from way back, is still cobbling together fragments of lost memory and recovering from the vestiges of the World’s Worst Hangover.
* A Two Pot Screamer is Australian slang for a person with a low tolerance to alcohol (and when clever, practises some form of restraint).