Bunting

Birthday party, today, for my little sister. Good job the bunting came together, despite my precious sewing machine breaking down on me. Still, combining determination and bloody mindedness, the Job was completed to satisfaction. And yet the working hours of the day were overpowered by the discovery that my mother had a stash of asbestos tiles tucked away in the car -immediate call to man all panic stations. Comforting to know that Edinburgh council's response was to pack it away in a plastic bag and just dump it. No thanks.
Bring on Champagne O'Clock.