Hanging by a thread

I chose this fabric because it gave me a fuzzy-warm-childhood thing - there was probably a travelling rug like it, or the inside of a basket.

I revisited another youthful memory on Sunday when I had to dig a splinter out of Pete's hand with a sterilised needle. That was a Daddy job in our house, as were so many things, like rubbing my hair dry so hard my head would nearly *come off*.

The tooth is hanging in there for the moment, although I might sneakily cook something rather chewy for lunch. The fairy might be having a trip to the seaside tonight...