good afternoon grumpies...I am, as lovely Les Dawson used to say, in a slough of despond. It's been as dark as hell, cold & horrible all day & I'm peed off.
Kit it was the iron not sewing machine that took a dive...strewth, if the sewing machine fell off the table - highly unlikely unless there was an record braking earthquake - the only thing broken would be the floor. It's a medieval Singer & made to last. I bought it for �5 in the seventies and now it's worth....oh, erm... �5.
I love the list of p. saints! - that was a psychic flash on your part 'cos as I was watching the iron in it's last spluttering moments I did scream "Well thank you patron saint of irons, whoever you are!!!" The closest entry I can find on the list is Ironmongers, haha, who is Sebastian....& I did utter something very similar to that too.
boxes! I love boxes...I've got drawers & cupboards but just give me boxes & I'm happy....oh no, I'm not happy today am I?
found this little gem earlier which cheered me up
YO