To Rosie With Love

A pink cardi hot off the needles and winging its way down to Shipley daughter at this moment.
Fortunately I managed to finish the sewing up before we went to our local Malaysian restaurant last night to take part in a promotional video where we said nice things about them and then as a thank you, got wined and dined at their expense.
The excitement of it all allowed me to drink more wine than is normal for the accurate placing of buttons.

It has been a stressful morning with a follow up installation of our Smart television which indicated the disappearance of our satellite signal. Nobody knows why, least of all our so called Smart Tele, and being Saturday morning, the satellite dish being a communal one situated somewhere unknown, we are not about to find out overly soon what or where the problem is.

There are times when I wish we had gone for a Simple television: a lead plugged into an electric socket and an aerial connector with a resulting picture and sound. None of this having to press buttons on three remote controls to get the whole stereo effect and still a worryingly absent satellite signal.

No wonder my head is hurting, and not all attributable to that wine last night.