It doesn't take much

You can buy these one at a time here.
It's the same but less teeth rotting a thrill as buying penny sweets.

(See, pencils. That's a topic worth blogging about on the secret blog after months wasn't it....)

Other news:
Knitting - only really have this silk left from last year (unravelled props) to do something with. Am thinking about this - (it's the middle picture of the bottom line). Gorgeous.

Back - hurts to point of distraction and making me walk a bit funny and hip hurt. Going to doctors next week. Blame crappy desk.

Ukulele - not exactly practiced...I keep thinking about it though...(although thinking about practice is not the same as actually doing it - as I discovered when I failed my guitar grade 7.)

Not-so-high heel wearing - is too tricky for me. I need to practice this too. (Although my back might not agree with this idea.)

Then one day I will be a red high heels wearing, ukulele playing, femme fatale in a ruffly silk shrug, with a stubby pencil behind her ear for colouring emergencies....Sigh...

It's not my time you're wasting......

The exact things I had googled before 10am this morning:
Wacky Warehouse
Peter Pan Tinkerbell Clap your hands
Dave Walker (His blog is just understated joy, but it got moved to the Church Times and I keep forgetting.)

The internet had been down at work for nearly 3 weeks, so I went click happy.

You note that none of these searches relate to street children, the apartheid wall in Israel/Palestine, liberation theology, or viking direct. Don't tell my boss what a internet slack Alice I am. To be honest he probably has a pretty good idea based on the list of bookmarks in my browser, which starts with this.

And now I come to write this I feel pretty bad, as working for a charity I basically work for the poor, so it's not my time I'm wasting, it's the time of the poor.

As if they didn't have enough problems...