UPON BEING HANDED A LEMON..

Ooh, oh boy, she came through the door and I could tell she wasn't happy, in fact, she was.. grumpy!

This is a mood you seldom find her in as she is, by nature, a cheerful soul, she walks on the sunny side of the street, looks upon glasses as half full and avoids situations of tension.

So for her to be less than smiley upon her return into the flat at 10am yesterday morning, I knew something was 'amiss'.

Her nose wasn't red, it wasn't that she was cold, she'd left the house at some ungodly hour but dressed in proper winter clothing for it was zero degrees.. brrr!

No, something had happened to cause her to be less than pleased with life.

However, she firmly believes that things happen for a reason and whilst we will never know what caused 'the grump' to sit upon her for a couple of hours, it did have an excellent outcome.

For she came through the door, whistled me up and said "I am not standing for this mess any longer, either whatever is causing it finds itself a proper home, or it's leaving mine".

And with that, she proceeded to rip through the flat sorting out things that were not where they should be, putting them away in their proper place or putting the things out into the hall if they shouldn't be here!

And in doing so, came across the things that she had brought at HobbyCraft - which is a wonderful shop but not a patch on that marvelous American shop Michaels.

Having found them, it changed her plan for today, she was going to go to Baldwins, the herbalists on Walworth Road to start her Christmas shopping, but now she's heading in the other direction to Hammersmith for materials with which to make Christmas gifts.

And to look for wool with which to mend some sweaters for, despite having anti-moth lavender bags and cedar sachets everywhere, we had an infestation of moths earlier this year.

Her favourite old ruby red cashmere cardigan has a big hole in the back and there are a couple of others that have little holes that she needs to darn.

Poof.. it's 11.30am already! The egg breakfast we had has filled my tumtum, I had many a slurp of hot LapySang and will perch on a door whilst she ventures forth in search of materials and cottons with which to sew her gifts.

No, I'm not telling you what they are, for some of these gifts will end up in the hands of a few Dear Readers of this post.

We must go, she's got to pack a gift for Debbie, aka Goaty mum and give it to Anthony, he runs the Ellie's Dairy stall at South Kensington's Farmer's Market on the first Saturday of every month.

But guess what? Upon awakening this morning, I flew down the hall and into the bathroom and my bird's eye view showed me.. a tidy hall and a tidy and spotless bathroom..

So remember, if someone gives you a lemon, use it to make lemonade (or hot lemon in the winter).

PipPip.. I have to flapflap.

GeeGee Parrot.
December 2nd, 2017.