Darling father is a whirlwind, as normal. He has hung up new curtains - the ones that I made years before little bear was born to replace those I made when we moved into the house in 1994. The ones that have been thrown out are not even fit for rags, and after all, they were made from a remnant from Ellesmere Port market, bought around 1980. They looked very nice when they first went up.
I am stuck on the writing and I am going to go and knit, which will at least reduce the pile of yarn.
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