SPRING HAS SPRUNG

YOU ARE THE JAM ON MY TOAST, THE PORK IN MY PIE, THE FLEA IN MY EAR

TOGETHER WE ARE PERFECT.

I had expected to do this post earlier today, but we were delayed by an impromptu afternoon of hill rolling and running.

Once that was done it was the usual Sunday evening routine of dinner, camp building, forgetting to do homework, again, pj's, teeth cleaning and bed.

Finally some peace and quiet for me to sit down and watch my

weekly dose of costume drama.

Whilst studiously ignoring the fact that the living room looks like

a family of baboons has been living in it.

Also my question to my self on Saturday morning has now safely been answered,

no the bedrooms will not get hoovered this weekend.

Again.

I wouldn't mind, but I have been asking that question every Saturday morning and receiving the same answer every weekend for an embarrassingly long time.

But enough of this idle chitter chat, this frivolous running on.

There is some SERIOUS BUSINESS awaiting us this evening.

Earlier I took out the magic mixing bowl and placed within it with a certain sense of ceremony the little slips of paper with the names written upon them.

So with out further ado, but with a certain amount of sadness, I just wish every one could win your stories were all so funny, I come to the big announcement.

The Hippy did the honours,

and with in his huge carpenter's hand the lucky name is held.

Well done Colette, please e-mail me with your address and soon, so soon a special parcel of Nora's valentine goodies will be landing on your door mat.

Thank you all for taking part it is quite humbling that you all liked what I do enough to join in.

I have also restocked the shelves of my folksy shop with a few new "forget me knot" reel love tokens.

Thanks and Love Nora xxx