Ding a ling

We picked this tinkly little lady up in the oddest second hand shop yesterday. The shop is only open for about an hour, mid afternoon, some days a week. It’s run by a lady who is possibly the oldest woman alive and is rammed full of stuff.

Today was filled with hoovering, plant buying, gardening, chicken house cleaning, moving and rewiring and barbecuing which is why you get my new delightfully tinkly bell...