Well, I was full of the intention of waxing lyrical last night on the subject of my weekend, and the ravening hoards who descended upon my tent/campsite, but I couldn't have put it any more eloquently than the fabulous Mrs Dunnit. Except perhaps maybe to mention the plum stone spitting contest (brief, but amazing) whereby I nearly choked with Julia telling me not to ... um... choke.... and to mention the glowstick-frisbee, with Master LLJ going arse over tit more than once.... No, Julia told it like it was and it was like she tells it!
I decided that a photo of LLJ and the Dunnitster from the back, spitting plum stones, would probably get me the biggest "unfriend" of the year if I posted it on here, so have elected not to do so. Call me prudent if you like. I am taking bribes though. Preferably Nestie shaped ones.
I can show a manly photo of us being waited on though!
Or perhaps not. No, instead, I'd better get back to the point of the post which is....drum roll please..... WOYWW 115! Yup, it's that time of the week again when we get to blop about the world and snoop and loiter at other folks' desks.
Mine however, will just get me a load of swift bypasses.
Yep, the great packup has begun. The RUB (Really Useful Box TM ) on my desk is actually box number 4 - the other three all being cardboard, but then again the items on my desk deserve the best. Copics, ya know? Tools. Stuff. Basically all my desk things. I figured if it was a clear box, I would be able to identify it quickly, and it would stay separate to the other thousand labelled "craft". LOL.
Stay tuned for another installment of "Dude, where's my craft room....?"
PS, Sad news, we believe the baby alpaca died - there was more wrong with it than appeared at first - the wonky legs were down to a problem with its pelvis, and Mum refused to feed it. Another baby has appeared now, and Mr B has been tasked with getting a photo today....