a drift...

Mr Hook and i are 'a drift'

i am thinking this and the lack of cadbury's chocolate spread in my life

is causing my sanity to slide.

whilst Mr Hook lays idle waiting for inspiration to strike.

i am busy stitching together the results of our last dallying together.

whilst visiting old blighty we got to dally all day long.

actually that is not true, a total pack of fibs.

another example of my memory playing tricks on me...

the truth being

i would indeed have dallied all day long with him

if it had not been for my crappity crap thumbs and wrists protesting.

they thwarted our cunning plan to do nothing but crochet

for four weeks straight on the road.

so we dallied as and when my little joints were willing.

i was restless and unsettled with Mr Hook.

so we felt it best to make little things,

the little things turned out to be flags

which in turn now sit upon my sewing table

waiting for their moment to shine...

when Miss Ethel has done her bit of the bargain,

i have high hopes of stringing my sprightly garlands up in my little shop window

alongside the other pretties i popped in there yesterday.

she will be back on tuesday with peachy news, indeed perhaps the peachiest she has ever had to tell ~ Tif

footynote: whiskery tale is here, do not ask me how it got there, like so many things these days, i am a little clueless