All this gardening is making my hands very dry. I'm addicted to handcream so I had a dollop of The Wiltshire Beekeeper Honeysuckle cream, which smells really like honeysuckle, not some chemical replica. Then I had almond and sandalwood cream from Amphora Aromatics. Are you getting the idea that I love the scents? Then it was honey and aloe vera handcream. (Yes, all in one afternoon).
By then it was clear that I had to resort to serious measures and break out the cows' udder cream. It smells disgusting (it has urea in it) but it's the most effective I've ever used. Now the hands are better.
If anyone has any recommendations, I'll try anything!
I've managed to get the photos off my phone but the one of Caroline's jelly baby keyring is peculiar - it looks as if it's incandescent! Reminds me of Avril, one of Christine's customers. She took a hasty photo of the Chamber of Commerce Santa last Christmas, and it really does look as if he's rising into the sky.
These are what Maureen is working on: the gorgeous little bags made from scarf yarns sold like hot cakes last year. These two are child-size ones, but there are some adult ones as well.
She is talking about getting out her book of tea cosies ready to make for the competition. Lynne is working on a pink elephant, and Gillian has already made four cats.
After last year's nightmare of pompoms Jess is standing down, and although I mean well, it will probably be a blank year for me as well.
I'm a little puzzled by the photos, now I've sorted the technology: why are cameras taken on a phone better than those taken with a proper camera? These bluebells are in the spinney next to our house, though I think they are the non-English variety.
And yesterday, the Tigers won. So now comes the play-offs, and next weekend they meet up with Quins. Their opponents are saying things like 'Well, they've got six Lions in the squad. How can we compete with that?' Sweethearts, you can't.
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