I know there’s been a deathly hush from this little corner of the internet. It’s been one of those years. First let me say, nothing serious, nothing life threatening. But it just hasn’t stopped!
The ‘nibbled to death by ducks’ is a phrase my mother used when little things kept going haywire. Individually, nothing very serious, but they accumulate until you get a sense of what water torture is supposed to be like.
My tatting is like my writing at the moment – I haven’t stopped, but I’m not getting anything finished either. I’m tatting a bedspread for a miniature doll’s house. Quick little project, I though. Won’t take long, I thought. Yeah. Right. I think the bed is growing. Each time I measure the tatting, there is more to be done. Add to that the fact that the patchy cat sat on the little bed, which now has to be mended.
I’m lucky in that I’m generally very healthy. I don’t often get sick and bounce back quickly when I do. This year I’ve seen the doctor more in the last six months than in the last six years. Again, thank heaven, nothing major. But always something, and my husband and son have also added their contributions.
All this brings to mind an incident that happened more than twenty years ago. We were packing up to come home from a holiday at the coast. An elderly man who we had seen around a few times stopped to chat. My husband heaved in the last case and said “Well, all good things come to an end”.
“Yes,” he replied. “And all bad things too.”