poorly pickle

My little pickle is poorly sick. She has a high temperature, a bit of a cough and today a runny nose. I am hoping it is not chicken pox, which is doing the rounds locally, but I will just have to wait and see. She also has a rattly chest (as always, at the slightest hint of any illness, and is being sick (ditto) and is just generally miserable. I do feel sorry for her, she always catches every bug, I even let her play with (eat) Rose, my new unazukin.

It has also rained all day, again, I bought one of these online, to hang over our stairs so I can dry clothes indoors. We used to have one at our old house and it was great.


I have also been contemplating getting one of these for outside.


I think they look nice and would save having to carry an airer outside on sunny days once my line is full.

I have also been contemplating this.



Not in reality, you understand, but in my dream world where costing thousands of pounds doesn't matter.

At the quilt show on Sunday a man demonstrated several models, and I enjoyed pretending that I was the sort of person who might be able to buy one...

I might have a well paid job...

I might have a rich husband...