Painting a plate

My cousin, a fellow crafter, invited me to go with her for a craft afternoon the other day. She had been given a voucher for Christmas to visit a local pottery and craft shop and paint a plate, which they would then fire for it to be collected a couple of days later. I agreed to drive and thought I knew reasonably well where we were going. Apparently there are two places of the same name in the Barnsley area and this was the other one.

Ann, my cousin, knew the way and was to act as navigator and we set off with high hopes. Now this is not a tale of missed turns and aimless wanderings, quite the reverse, in fact. We found the village with very little trouble. Even Stairfoot Roundabout was uneventful. (Anyone local reading the words Stairfoot Roundabout is likely to weep and ask to lie down in a darkened room for a while – it’s a driver’s nightmare.) But we braved it and survived to tell the tale and found our way to our destination pretty easily. The instructions told us we could park at the back of the Co-op (a shop) and we did, in a rather tight spot but we did it. So we found the place, went in, were expected and welcomed and all was set for quite a jolly time.

There were shelves full of bisque pots for us to choose from and I selected, not a plate, as originally intended, but a photo frame because it was flat surfaces, which seemed a good idea. We were asked what colours we wanted to use, shown to our table and supplied with everything we needed, including tea and coffee.  I had taken my circle maker with me and proceeded to sketch an overlapping rings design in pencil, which I then over painted in black, white and grey. Ann had done her research in advance and chose to do pointillist flowers.  As always happens when you get started on something, conversation ceased and we drifted off in a little world of our own, apart from the background conversation in the shop.

This could have got medals in the World Tediously Uninteresting Championships. No, really.

“Do you want a coffee””

“Er. No. No thank you. I don’t drink coffee.”

“Ooooo, don’t you?”


“Don’t you like coffee then?”

“No. ”


“No. I don’t drink coffee.”


“No. I don’t like it”


“No. I think it’s the taste.”


This mine, just painted. It should be more defined after firing.

This is mine, just painted. It should be more defined after firing.

We were there for an hour and a half and this, believe me, was the height of wit and sophistication in comparison with the rest of it. It made Pinter sound riveting  and even Becket was starting to rise in my estimation.

After a while, Ann and I didn’t dare make eye contact.

However, we were both quite pleased with our finished projects and left them to be collected a couple of days later.

Back in the car park, we arrived just in time to see a lady parking across the back of my car, effectively blocking us in. We had a brief, polite conversation where I said she could have our space if she liked.  She asked if she should move her car. With a straight face, I said I though that would be a good idea. She reversed so that she was blocking the exit completely. I reversed out of my space. Now neither of us could move. I waited. She waited. I smiled encouragingly. She reversed some more into a wider space and I shot through the gap before she could be any more helpful. I wonder if it’s something in the water.

And now it’s Saturday afternoon; it’s raining/sleet and it has been grey and miserable all day. I’ve stayed in working on a project I’ll tell you about another time and wondering what the Diva has up her sleeve for us next time.  I always have fun revisiting her posts and seeing what others have done for the Challenge. I love seeing something new to me and then either trying it myself or doing my own take on it. Can’t wait to see what comes up this week…

And here it is:-

Weekly Challenge #303: “Valentangle”
This week’s challenge is pretty straight forward: To create a valentine’s themed tile or card, and as an added bonus – give it away to someone you love!  Your spouse, your child, your cat, your mailman, anyone!  Who doesn’t love handmaid cards?

Well, I didn’t feel inspired. However much I may love the loved one, we don’t do Valentines and I find the whole thing a bit tacky. (Dammit, we’re supposed to love each other EVERY day aren’t we?) So I cheated. On the Challenge, not the loved one- oh come on, get a grip.



I made a background of NZeppel and then printed a ZIA from ages ago. (I opened it in Word and recoloured it first.) Then I used heart shaped dies on my Big Shot and mounted them on the backing card. You know what? That’s not too bad at all.


So that’s all for now world, no doubt I will be back, hopefully with something a little more fascinating, next week. Until then, world, be good – ish.

Something old, something new,


I made this for my daughter for Christmas but obviously couldn’t show you on here until it’d been given.

But no more borrowed and blue; we’re done with weddings for the time being, unless someone is keeping secrets!

The something old is the hobby of crochet, which I learned at a night school class in about 1971 – we’ll gloss over how old I was at the time, obviously a babe in arms. My mum and I jointly made a crochet waistcoat, and quite a few other things, as crochet was very popular at the time. It sort of faded into the background with the arrival of fiance, husband (The same person, in case you were wondering), son, daughter, daughter, house move, new career, and so on.

I had a go at the Square One FB focus pattern, Neuron.

I had a go at the Square One FB focus pattern, Neuron.

Every so often, when I had no other crafts on the go, like cross stitch, dress making, occasional knitting – very occasional, never really took to knitting – crewel work, card making, marking brought home from College, lesson preparation, helping children with homework, (You mean those last three don’t count as crafts? Really?) I would make some granny squares for charity blankets, or, if a colleague had a baby, I’d make a cot blanket. But it was now and then, not a regular thing.


Made my own triangular tile and had aother go at last week's Challenge. Better but there will be more mileage in this.

Made my own triangular tile and had another go at last week’s Challenge. Better, but there will be more mileage in this duotangle.

Just before Christmas, my younger daughter, who has had carpel tunnel syndrome, causing difficulties with grip, wanted to learn to crochet but was having a tough time following You Tube tutorials. As we live a couple of hundred miles apart, the mummy lessons were a bit tricky over the phone, so we waited until they came to stay with us over Christmas.  The first evening was hysterically funny, as she couldn’t work out how to hold the yarn properly and, when she did get going, consistently made little bowls because she didn’t get how to increase. We were crying with laughter but not improving her crochet skills much. This is called quality time, I believe.

I had a go at the Square One FB focus pattern, Neuron.

I had a go at the Square One FB focus pattern, Neuron.

By the end of the evening, I had accepted that she would never hold the wool/yarn the right way, i.e. how I do it and we relaxed into learning some stitches and how to turn corners on granny squares. Within the week, she had come on by leaps and bounds and now, just over a month later, has made a lapghan, as the Americans call a lap blanket, and is in the throes of making a baby blanket for a friend. Quite proud.

In the process of getting her going with all of this, I, predictably, have caught the bug again and have so far completed two shawls, one plain and one rather fancy. And I have bought enough yarn to keep me going for a while, although I know I will be buying much more because I have seen a yarn, currently only available in the US but possibly due to be sold over here in March/April. It’s called Caron Cakes and I lust after it desperately. I would have bought a container load by now but for the cost of postage when buying online. It would be cheaper to build a bridge over the Atlantic and drive across to fetch it.

The first shawl, for a friend

The first shawl, for a friend

Now I’m not one of those crafters who think that hand made is necessarily better than shop bought. Some things yes, of course, but others, no. So when I was looking at crochet patterns for things to do, there being a limit to how many shawls a girl really needs, I dismissed quite a few of them out of hand. Potholders, for instance. I’m not spending hours making something to lift dirty dishes out of the oven, Dish cloths, oh come on! I love blankets but crochet ones weigh a ton, beautiful though they are – I wouldn’t be able to get out of bed if  I had one of them over  my legs. Rugs. What, and have people walking all over them? I don’t think so.


Isn’t he/she gorgeous?



But I have seen some nice patterns for bags, handbags, totes, beach bags and these do appeal to me. I’m biding my time and completing shawl no3 before I start anything else. Well, that and this cuddly toy for Ben, and maybe one for Isla too? The patterns can be downloaded from  and are reasonably easy to follow.

I’ve bought the yarn for this and made one of the fifty motifs but I think it may be a long job because it’s a bit fiddly.  Hope he still likes soft toys by the time it’s finished.

And I’ve been making cards for friends and family birthdays. And both the loved one and I have had the sort of cold that lasts for ages and feels as if it is ripping your chest open. Nice. However, I feel we are both on the way to recovery now so it’s time to plan a holiday. Oh come on, it’s ALWAYS time to plan a holiday.

And then it was the Diva Challenge and I just love this one.

Weekly Challenge #302: “UMT Hamadox by Diana Schreur CZT”

 For those of you who are new, the first Monday of every month is a Use My Tangle Challenge, where the challenge of the week is to use a tangle created by one of you!  If you have a tangle you’d like to submit you can add it here and be sure that it follows the guidelines for submission.
This month’s UMT is Hamadox by Diana Schruer, and you can see the step outs here – This should be an easy one, seeing as wee’re all warmed up with last week’s Paradox duotangle. I had been seeing this tangle being used in the Mosaic app for a while, and i didn’t know how to do it, but i love how it looks.  So i’m super excited to see it come up this week.


This was fun.

This was fun.

It requires a certain amount of concentration but I do like the effect.

So that’s it for this week. I will no doubt be back, so, until then, world, be good. ish.

And in the end…

journalI did not mention, in my November  post, the name of the dreaded establishment wherein my son was married. This was because my son was still in discussion with, for want of a better word, the management, with a view to financial recompense. (Don’t I sound businesslike? )  However, as soon as this has been settled to our satisfaction, Tripadvisor will get the lot. Rather looking forward to that, as you might imagine.

However, we now have the professional photos, which are excellent. This has been a mild Autumn so all the leaves were still on the trees in all their splendour. The ground underfoot was a little soft, so many a lady’s shoe lost its glow but it was warm enough to be outside for ages, so the children could run round; the smokers could smoke and the photographer could herd us around like the proverbial headless chickens.  He had my sympathy; it must have been like herding cats. We now have a memory stick containing no less than 800 photos. 800. It’ll be their silver wedding anniversary before they’ve got through them all.

And in the meantime we have had a trip to Majorca, (It rained) a trip to the Costa del Sol, (It rained) and a trip to Tenerife. (It was warm and sunny every day – huzzah for Tenerife!) Oh, and Christmas.

The redeeming feature of the Majorca trip, apart from the fact that the island is beautiful, whatever the weather, was the hire car. It didn’t start well but the end result was a joy, especially for the loved one, who turned into Lewis Hamilton for the duration of our stay.

We had had difficulties making the original booking of the car, as sometimes happens when booking online, but he got it all sorted out to his satisfaction and we toddled out of the airport to the pick up point, onto the minibus to the hire car office and were dropped there as dusk was falling.  The clerk seemed a little puzzled but these are foreign people, not proper British like what we are, so we waited with barely concealed impatience while she sorted out her paperwork. We were a little miffed when, half way through the transaction, she picked up the phone and had a jolly chat with a friend, then put the phone down and told us that our reservation had been cancelled and they did not have a car for us.

Blood pressure on the rise, the loved one began to expostulate, when the clerk interrupted to say that the agency through whom we had booked had booked, cancelled and booked with another firm within the space of about an hour a few weeks previously. Apparently, this was the reason for the booking difficulties we had had – see previous paragraph.

So there we were, in the office of the wrong car hire company, with darkness all around us, on an industrial estate in not so beautiful downtown Palma. “But don’t worry”, said the clerk, “their office is over there, can you see the green sign?” And lo, we did see a green sign and made our weary way towards it on foot. (We did thank the nice clerk, who hadn’t been being rude and foreign at all, but who had been sorting out the problems for us. It doesn’t do to judge, does it?)

Arriving at the correct car hire office somewhat later than expected, we were greeted with a cheery, “Is everything ok? Flight delayed, was it?” “Sort of”, we said, sheepishly, very much aware that, if we had read the paperwork properly, we would have been fine,  and moved quickly on to filling in the forms.

By now it was pitch black outside, so, when we went out to the car park to find our allotted vehicle, we didn’t look all that closely. We usually go for the smallest – cheapest- in the range as long as it has four doors. We have driven some right old biscuit tins over the years, so we had no great hopes on this occasion. The loved one found the right car by the simple expedient of pressing the buttons on the key until some lights flashed and we assumed that was the right car, which it was.

It was a Seat Leon, which is pretty up to date, a nice small saloon car, in this case, a nice small, gunmetal grey coupe. Having had to seek help to work out how to adjust the seats, the loved one was slightly flustered and set off as soon as he could. (He said he wasn’t flustered but I could tell. He gets a slight twitch, like Herbert Lom in the Inspector Clousseau films.)  The next half hour was spent working our way through the labyrinth that is/are the Palma ring roads(s). Being familiar with the route, we knew how easy it is to miss the road – we’ve done so more than once before – so we were on our metal. Delighted to find ourselves on the right road, heading in the right direction, we settled into the journey.

At this point, we started to notice some of the features of the car. The automatic bluetooth connection to my phone, so we could use it hands free; and play our own music from it, rather than the local radio station; the subdued lighting on the doors so we could easily spot the door and window controls; the lighting in the footwell when the door was open so you could see where to put your feet. (Mine usually stay on the far end of my legs but it was a nice idea, we thought.) And then, when it came to parking, the loved one put it into reverse and the dashboard display disappeared to reveal a screen showing the rear view with lines on it to help reverse into the space and park perfectly. This was not an unqualified success. The loved one has never parked so untidily as he did that week. It caused endless hilarity to the local passers by and to us every time he parked.

It also appeared to be jet propelled. At what the loved one swore was a mere touch of the pedal, I was thrust back in my seat  and we were off down life’s highway at warp speed.  The loved one adored it. Did I mention the alloy wheels? Apparently this means something to those who care about such things.  All in all, it was a great success and we’re hoping we get the exact same car next time we go. It may by then have slightly more than the 2000 kilometres is had on the clock when we left it though.

And drawing? Well, of course I found time for that too. One day the weather was so bad we stayed in the apartment until mid afternoon because it wasn’t worth a trip out. The loved one spent a great deal of his time staring drearily through the driving rain out of the window, across an ever deepening lake, while I sat tangling to  my heart’s content. I managed not to remind him that we had been bought a Chrome dongle so we could watch Netflix or stream from my tablet onto the tv but he had forgotten to pack it.

journal-2I decided to try a tangled journal this year and blithely started a front page. You can see it at the top of the page and I’m sure you spotted the mistake.  This was the second attempt.

I’m currently working on page two. The intention was to try for a page a day or, at the very least, once a week. Today is the 30th of January and I haven’t completed page 2 yet. But I will, I will.

But not before this week’s Diva Challenge, which is:

Weekly Challenge #301: “DuoTangle: Paradox vs Diva Dance”
This weekend Zentangle HQ sent out their latest newsletter in which they shared their new video series called “Kitchen Table Tangles”

These videos will be available to the Mosaic App subscribers, but occasionally they may share a video with everyone!

In this video you can watch Rick tangle as he and Maria share tips and tricks, etc.

Rick happens to be using Paradox and Diva Dance to create a duotangle in this video. (A Duotangle a term that originated here on the blog for a tile using ONLY TWO tangles and their tangleations)


dc-301And, oddly enough, I had read that newsletter this morning and took a fancy to trying it out. I’m not happy with it because I wasn’t careful/mindful enough but I will enjoy having another go at this. (The shading is too pale too.)

So that’s it for now. I have a wretched cough at the moment, so I am going to dose myself with honey and lemon and vegetate in front of the TV. Until next time, world, be good. ish.

The Return of the …

dc-300When you read the title of this page, you must imagine subsonic notes reverberating in the background, like a 1950’s horror film.  But actually, it’s only me, back after what turned out to be a couple of  months’ absence. Life got in the way of art for a while but I popped over to the Diva blog this morning and saw  that the Challenge was the Moebius Syndrome one and I somehow don’t like to miss that one.  (You can find the post here : )

So I got out a tile, a REAL Zentangle tile, which I rarely use because I am a cheapskate, and drew the symbol as my string. My original intention was to leave the symbol empty and pattern the background, so I coloured one section in white with a silver edge, one section purple with a deeper purple edge and then patterned the third section with letter M for Moebius. It’s not a proper Zentangle pattern but I quite like how it has turned out. It looked a bit bare, but I didn’t want to detract from the symbol, so I just did a border, using a pattern beginning with M called Myswing, by Simone Menzel.

Am I happy with it? Weeeelllll, it’s ok. But it’s my first Challenge tile in quite some time, so it’s a start. Or a restart.

It’s not that I haven’t been drawing, tangling and the like, just haven’t been blogging. I have been doing a FB swap on Zenatangle Artist Trading Card Swap. It’s fun, mostly, although I’m struggling with the latest one, which has us using grid patterns, which are not my faves. I don’t make it easy for myself, however, and have discovered to my cost that reading the instructions carefully helps. I had done 5 1/2 tiles for the Wish Upon a Star swap when I re-read them and found that I was supposed to be doing them on normal tiles  when I had, in fact, used ATC’s. Dammit.  These are the aborted ones:

5-n-6 3n-4 1-n-2 Infuriating, to say the least.

They were black on white, with a little gold embellishment if we chose to use it.  Some of the gold looks a bit odd, either too yellow or too orange, but it was gold, honest.


So I’ve started them again and this is where  I have got with them so far.


star-swap-1 starswap-2 starswap-3 trelina

Two more to go and then I can send them.

So, that’s me starting the year a bit late but I hope to get back into the rhythm of it soon.

So, until next time, world, be good.   (-ish)


Fawlty Towers, and then some…

Almost the final Autumn swap tile ready to send.

Almost the final Autumn swap tile ready to send.

So I was going to tell you all about the wedding but then got distracted and forgot. Well I’ve remembered now so, sorry people, here it is, the gory detail.

The wedding was to take place in a rather nice country house hotel in the Midlands and we went down with Andrew, Karen and her parents a few weeks in advance to see the place.  It’s a two hour plus journey from where we live and the ceremony was planned for 2p.m., so, having booked to stay over on the night of the wedding itself, we were keen to confirm that we could check in before the ceremony and change into wedding togs, refresh make up, leave overnight bags etc.  Although they couldn’t guarantee that all the reserved rooms would be ready, they promised there would be enough rooms available for us to use before the ceremony itself.  (You can already see where this is going, can’t you?)

Since people were coming from all over the UK (and beyond, Finland, France and the distant area known to us as Down South), we asked if refreshments would be available too. Remember, this is a hotel, so it didn’t seem such an unreasonable request. Yup, that would be fine.

We looked at the rooms, the bridal suite and the gardens, all of which looked rather nice and we left feeling pretty good about the whole thing.


And the very last Autumn swap tile waiting to go in its envelope and off to America.

And the very last Autumn swap tile waiting to go in its envelope and off to America.

On the day itself:  We arrived a little earlier than expected and enquired when a room would be available for us to use. The receptionist did not know. We asked her to find out, she said she couldn’t. We asked her to let us know as soon as one was ready – we are still waiting. I mentioned that our son had stayed over the night before and asked if he was there. She didn’t know. Was he in his room? She didn’t know. Was there a telephone in his room? Yes. Wow, she knew that much. Perhaps she could call his room and see if he was there? Clearly surprised at such a radical solution, she did so and of course he wasn’t there.

At this point he and his best man appeared, looking, it has to be said, a little flustered. I was feeling a little flustered myself having carried both sides of the previous conversation single handedly. We asked if tea and coffee were available and she waved vaguely at the breakfast bar, which was being cleared away and which had no cups for us to use. (A very pleasant and efficient member of staff called Joyce brought us some cups and saucers when Luca [Our step grandson] asked her.)

In spite of our doubts about getting a sensible answer from Reception, we asked if the bar would be opening to serve drinks and snacks, since the ceremony was at 14.00 and the meal was expected to be at 16.00 approx. She didn’t know and therefore never answered the question. When the bar did open, it just served drinks. Now bear in mind, we were about three miles from the nearest town, so the alternative sources of food were limited. And did I mention that it is a hotel? Don’t they normally serve food? Just asking.

Our daughter, who had paid extra for early check in and had been told the room would be ready for midday, one of the few facts that I was able to confirm at Reception when we first arrived,  arrived just after 12.00 and was told her room was not ready. Asked when it would be available, the receptionist said she didn’t know. When asked to find out, she said she couldn’t. (I had been counting on using this room to get changed in.) My cousin and his wife, who had also paid extra for early check in arrived shortly after her and got the same response – the room was not ready, she could not say when it would be ready she could/would not find out. I kept expecting John Cleese to do a funny walk across the foyer at any moment.

Later, quite a bit later, both my daughter and my cousin checked again at Reception and were told they would be able to check in at about 13.40, with the ceremony due to begin at 14.00. Still, it was better than the nothing the rest of us got.

By now the place was in uproar, the room for the ceremony was being cleared after having been used for breakfast – not vacuumed, just cleared and set up with chairs for the ceremony. At one point, 10 year old Luca was helping one of the staff to lay a red carpet for the bride’s entrance, as there weren’t enough staff to do it.

You may wonder why we didn’t ask to speak to the manager. Manager?  What manager?

My son had been given the key to a conference room in which to store wedding presents, table decorations and so on and, half an hour before the bride was due to arrive, several of us who needed to change, retreated there and turned it into a dressing room, leaving our cases there and locking it behind us. The lock didn’t work but by that time we were past caring.

My daughter and cousin, who had paid for an early check in, went back to Reception at half past one and were told their rooms were ready, given the keys and left to find their way. My daughter’s room was NOT ready but they changed there, hoping it would be ready by their six year old son’s bed time, which it wasn’t but by that time we would have been surprised if it had been.

A harassed but extremely hard working member of staff called Ian appeared to be the only one who knew what was going on with the wedding and he did the work of at least three people to try and get everything right. He didn’t stand a chance.

Our room, which we were supposed to check in to at 15.00 at the latest, normal check in time it seems, was not ready until 17.30. Throughout the day, we checked with Reception, who had promised to let us know when the rooms would be ready, about every half hour. On several of those occasions, there was no-one on Reception, which at least meant we didn’t have a repeat of the previous abortive conversations.

Another cousin and her husband and grandson checked in at about 15.00, to find there was no bed for the child. They reported it to Reception, who said they would deal with it. It took two more visits to Reception to get it done and my cousin felt he had to stand over them while they did it at this point. He’s a big man, they did it but not until eight that night.

When all these things were reported to Reception, the response was excuses and a generally indifferent response. Never once did we hear the magic words, “I’m sorry, I’ll see what I can do…” She wasn’t sorry and didn’t do anything. We were aware that there had been a problem with late delivery of laundry but as the story was different every time we went back to Reception, we began to have doubts. (There had been an accident on at least three different motorways…) Frankly, we could have gone into town and bought the stuff at less cost in terms of time and client goodwill.


We left the Ceremony room at about 14.30 for photographs in the grounds, which were also lovely, with autumn colours on the trees and lots of room for the children to run round. So it was two hours later before we sat down for the meal. Service was extremely slow. Please bear in mind, there had been a two hour gap between the end of the ceremony and the beginning of serving the meal. (And, presumably, time before that to prepare the food.) And yet :-

Not one table got all their starters at about the same time. In two cases, the main course was served to some guests before the last portion of starters had been delivered to the table. The wine was served half way through the main course. There was a 20-30 minute pause between courses, at least. Service was extremely slow. Staff did not know what to serve to each table, even though they had been given a table plan showing what to serve to each table for each course.  At one table, at least, dessert was being served to some guests when one of them had not received his main course. Service was extremely slow. Tea and coffee orders were taken too late.It took three hours to serve a very simple three course meal.Did I mention that service was extremely slow? We were appalled but didn’t make a fuss because the same guy who had been working so hard was still the only person doing his best and he was obviously unhappily aware that all was not well.

I suspect you have by now got a picture of the event. You begin to realise now that Fawlty Towers was not a sitcom, it was a documentary.

One couple actually went home because their room was still not ready at nine o’clock that night and another family was told there was no reservation for them.

We had, nevertheless, a great time, doing granny dancing at the disco and chasing small children out onto the bouncing castle in the garden.

We discovered the following morning that some of the rooms had not been ready until late in the evening. Our party had reserved at least 20 rooms, I don’t actually know exactly how many. One bridesmaid arrived, with family, to be told she hadn’t reserved a room so there wasn’t one. She had the confirmation email in her hand at the time. They had been booked for weeks/months. How could they not be ready? This is not a city centre overnighter, this is a country house hotel. Not.

And so to the following day:-

Breakfast was generous, but cold. It was served from a heated serving table that was not heated because it was not plugged in or switched on, so the food was, at best, tepid. There were no fried eggs unless we could find a member of staff, who then brought them freshly cooked from the kitchen – on cold plates but decorated with water cress so that was alright. The plates for self service were in a plate warmer, which was also not switched on or plugged in. How bloody amateur does it get?

DC 295 The Diva Challenge tile for this week - almost forget in my  burst of rage.

DC 295 The Diva Challenge tile for this week – almost forget in my burst of rage.

We didn’t complain when we left. Ask me why, go on, ask me… Because there was no-one on Reception when we went to check out. Come back Basil, Manuel and Sybil, all is forgiven.


Better late than…

One for a FB swap I'm doing at the moment, Wish Upon a Star.

One for a FB swap I’m doing at the moment, Wish Upon a Star.

Actually, there are three more now.

Actually, there are three more now.

I hadn’t intended doing a post this week, being away on the lovely island of Majorca, with less than reliable wifi, but the weather has not been kind to us, so I have spent more time than intended in the apartment, doing crochet and Zentangle. So my charity blanket is coming on nicely but I have become a little stir crazy.

Sunday was cool but bright and we went up to the market in the old town of Alcudia, about five minutes from where we are staying. To our delight, there were dancers in the market place,  so we sat and watched for a while. I can’t give you a picture because I only took videos, which won’t upload for some reason. Just believe me, it was great.

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Well that’s it. The wedding has been and gone and was lovely. I believe my son and daughter in law will be very happy together and we had a joyful day celebrating with them and our extended families. There were some interesting  events surrounding the wedding, which I will tell you about some other time but we had a lovely day, meeting up with old friends and the wider family,

And now it’s over and I would feel a bit flat if we weren’t off to Majorca in a week or so. Looking forward to that very much. I intend exploring some places we haven’t visited before. (Although the weather forecast is not too good, we may be holed up with a bottle of wine and some DVD’s, who knows?)

Having missed several Diva Challenges over the Summer, I feel the need to catch up a bit.

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DC 286 straight lines

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