Sunday/Monday 25th/26th February - energy skump!

Oh dear oh dear oh dear! Where has all my get-up-and-go gone! 

I am lamenting the lack of biscuits and chocolate in the house. I know exactly why this is - I ate the whole lot yesterday while I was flopped on the settee. Thank heavens the biscuit tin and chocolate o'clock tin were both heading for empty already.

A high spot of Sunday morning reading is the weekly newsletter from Jane Brockett ('the gentle art of domesticity' author, and creator of the persephone books posts). She writes on substack.

This Sunday she wrote on kettles, and this was one of the pictures she chose;

I love it, for it's casual, higgledy-piggledy character, both in the arrangement of the kettles and pans, and in the loose scribbly appearance of the drawing. 

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One reason why life has become the consistency of treacle at the moment is the weight of the form filling required for selling the flat. But today, frabjous joy, my brother came round (a three hour drive for him) to do last bits of sorting. He's found some paperwork mixed in with previous house and flat sales which is going to help, and carried everything away to hopefully fill in the gaps and sign them off. He'll post them back, we'll sign them and hand them over to the solicitors. 

I'm hoping I'll wake up all bright and energetic and ready to go-go-go-go tomorrow!

(BB has just walked round to the corner shop and come back with chocolate digestive biscuits... especially for me...)

I've not got nothing done... plenty of reading, hemmed some trousers, cut the too-tight ankle cuffs of my fleece lined leggings, ordered wool to finish the cardigan, tidied my sewing basket after finishing 2by2 

I don't think the pictures give any clues about my stitching!

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Does anyone else to read this book written by one of  the many young women who stepped up to take cargoes along the British canals during World War 2? It's a cheerful account of her experience; itsounds like a tough life. If it weren't for the fact that canals are, on the whole, relatively shallow, I'd say they were certainly thrown in at the deep end.

 If you send me your address in the comments I won't publish it, but I can stick the book in the post to you. 

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I got myself together enough to attend zoom church on Sunday. There's usually one phrase that sticks with me (it was an excellent sermon too which I'm still thinking about) and this time it came from one of the prayers, something about knowing,  or remembering that

'...in our weakness is His [God's] strength...'

it's certainly not by my own strength I've got through last week. 

Thanks be to God.