It was a very interesting drive home today. It started snowing!
Now I am addicted to the weather reports and there was no snow on the BBC or met office sites for our area but it is snowing and jolly heavily too.
It was a tricky drive home as it was coming down thick and fast and visibility was rubbish. Pretty but a little hairy and it is settling. I can't believe it is settling as everywhere was so wet from the thaw today but settling it is. As you drive across the heath it was pretty much white out.
The problem is that if this freeezes overnight it will be lethal.
Anyway - on to happier thoughts.
I have had a bit of a windfall. When we sorted out the spare room I found some cross stitch pictures that I will never have time to do and really don't have eye sight good enough. One was a brand new vintage bear kit so I put it on e bay for a fiver thinking it just might sell. Now I have no idea what was special about it but six separate buyers messaged and asked if I would send it to Russia and it was someone from Russia who bought it in the end. For an outrageous sum of money giving us enough for our tickets tot he Eden Project when we visit later in the year and the hotel too. Maybe it was a picture of a famous Russian bear. I have no idea. But I am very happy.
I have a new page to share today which was made with the Pickle Barrel bonus kit that you could get free if you bought several Pickle Barrel packs.
and the pictures are little tiny Elinor.
Today I am thankful for
- an unexpected windfall
- being home safely
- Nigel doing the ironing - well I never!
and a beautiful inspiratiONAL STORY TO SHARE TODAY
DO IT TODAY! by: Robert Reasoner
When I was superintendent of schools in Palo Alto, California, Polly Tyner, the president of our board
of trustees, wrote a letter that was printed in the Palo Alto Times. Polly's son, Jim, had great difficulty in school. He was classified as educationally handicapped and required a great deal of patience on the part of his parents and teachers. But Jim was a happy kid with a great smile that lit up the room. His parents acknowledged his academic difficulties, but always tried to help him see his strengths so that he could walk with pride. Shortly after Jim finished high school, he was killed in a motorcycle accident. After his death, his mother submitted this letter to the newspaper.
Today we buried our 20-year-old son. He was killed instantly in a
motorcycle accident on Friday night. How I wish I had known when I talked to him
last that it would be the last time. If I had only known I would have said,
"Jim, I love you and I'm so very proud of you."
I would have taken the time to count the many blessings he brought to the
lives of the many who loved him. I would have taken time to appreciate his
beautiful smile, the sound of his laughter, his genuine love of people.
When you put all the good attributes on the scale and you try to balance all
the irritating traits such as the radio which was always too loud, the haircut
that wasn't to our liking, the dirty socks under the bed, etc., the irritations
don't amount to much.
I won't get another chance to tell my son all I would have wanted him to
hear, but, other parents, you do have a chance. Tell your young people what you
would want them to hear if you knew it would be your last conversation. The last
time I talked to Jim was the day he died. He called me to say, "Hi, Mom! I just
called to say I love you. Got to go to work. Bye." He gave me something to
If there is any purpose at all to Jim's death, maybe it is to make others
appreciate more of life and to have people, especially families, take the time
to let each other know just how much we care.
You may never have another chance. Do it today!