Gotta Love a Yarn Bomb…

… Aren’t the nights drawing in?
(Sorry to mention it).

I’ve been at work today. A worthwhile pursuit. (It’s only voluntary).
I don’t know how the time evaporates.

I popped into a local supermarket earlier, for a bereavement card… They had run out.
Such is the nature of a small town. If someone dies, everyone knows. And there are no cards left. It’s kind of nice to feel at one with everyone, in a funny way.

We have had another bereavement too (an older (very older) family member of Himself). Part of me is thinking ‘I should make a card’, and the other part is thinking, ‘I hope these things don’t come in threes’.
Life… ? It turns on a sixpence doesn’t it?