Hello all, hope your Sunday has gone well - I'm here rather later than anticipated but better late than never, apparently.
I'm feeling much better tumwise than yesterday, thank you for all your kind wishes, but still not feeling 100% ticketyboo in the mood department. I think what is required is a well placed leather clad phalanges velocity driven in the vague direction of gluteus maximus. Translated as a swift kick up the bum!
I don't think I mention the shoplifting incident to you ....... well, it all started when I got home from work the other night and opened the kitchen/garage door to pop out to the fridge freezer. I could hear running water. On the roof. It took a few seconds for the penny to drop and then I scampered upstairs as fast as my hairy little knees would allow. Sweeping the detritus of deodorant, talc and moisturiser onto the floor, I hoiked the lid off the cistern to find the water level less than half an inch from the top!!
I flushed the loo to get rid of the water, had a tinker about with the mechanics and watched the refill. The water ran, the cistern filled, the water slowed, and slowed some more, until it was no more than a couple of drips. I put the lid back and trotted back downstairs.
Twenty minutes later I could hear running water again. Repeat above performance. Twice.
As I was disappearing up the stairs for the fourth time, Toad came home. What are you doing? He yelled to my hot and flustered behind as I shot back into the en-suite. I'm going to have to clean the bathroom and call a plumber I yelled back at him. He came up to have a look. Now Toad, bless him, is no more of a toilet expert than I am but he gamely fudged about with the fittings, and we stood and watched. Still the drips. Then he noticed that the bit that holds the handle to the tank was loose. It's the gizmo that's connected to the wotsit that's connected to the hoojamaflip that's connected to the thingummie. So he tightened it, nice and snug. Hey presto, the water stopped.
So we went shopping. Now, I can only put this down to my mind being filled with horrors of a flooded bathroom. When we got back, about an hour later I rushed to the garage to hear .... silence. So, feeling relieved that the emergency had been solved I started to unpack the shopping. Only to discover that I had accidentally shoplifted. OMG!!! I can explain how it happened - I went to get one of our usual items, only for the scanner to tell me that it was on offer and to scan each item. So I picked up a second, only to get the same message. I scanned five times and still no offer price, just the same message. Realising that there must be an error in the coding, I removed four of the five from the scanner. Only to get home and discover that I had two of the five in the bags. Ooops. The ultimate buy-one-get-one-free - except it was an accident. Funny thing was, we were selected for a random trolley inspection on the way out too!
Yoo-hoo! Are you still there? I have a card for you, honest, I do. Here it is:
This cutie stamp is Playtime from Crafters Companion
Mixed media this time, with Polychromos Pencils and Distress Inks (ReInkers)
Grand Nestie dies
Dovecraft Back to Basics papers III and IV
Personal Impressions sentiment
Woodware retro flower punches and some gingham Card Candy
Can anyone suggest a way of getting paper out of the die without tearing the delicate loops? It happens every time and I always end up covering the gaps with something.
And finally, if you are still awake, a Candy Reminder - one week to go before I draw the winner of the £20 Bunny Zoe's voucher so if you haven't entered yet, what's stopping you?
Hugs to all
Criminal Squirrel xx