So, a mixed weekend for me. The bad part was the pain from my tooth removal last Monday. A week on and I'm still in agony! The good news is it is the single. best. diet. I have ever been on, the bad is that I am moody as hell thanks to pain and hunger. Don't think I was popular with my classes today, especially the young lady who sprayed Justin Beiber purfume in my classroom whilst my back was turned. I may have shouted at her for making my room smell like a tart's bedroom....
On more positive news, we had the first meeting of the London Modern Quilt Guild on Sunday. What a lovely bunch of ladies! A really positive first meeting and I can see the group growing by the day. Well done Annie for organising, and if you are based in this the neck of the woods (or can even get to London one Sunday a month) come say hi!
Slight trauma in the Northern branch of my family this weekend when Owl's eyes started to fall off! A quick trip round to Grandma's house to sew them back on, but Little H was deeply suspicious that he could now see the stitches. Big Auntie H has been warned not to cut corners again as the emotional bond of a two year old to an Owl is big, and watching eyes be sewn on is apparently a little traumatic at that age...
Speaking of traumatic, I think it may be time to introduce you to my version of the wonderful Archie. This is Cass, he is apparently a parakeet.
I think he is a cross between a magpie and a rhino considering the amount of things he steals and the mess he creates. Here he is helping me with the piecing of my next rose star block. I had to chase him around the flat to get that back...
