Craftiness

Finally finished some knitted dollies for mine and other people's littlies. Get my very posey photography! Yay!

Flight of Self Indulgence

Its been a strange kind of a week, hence my neglect of the blog......some time ago our offer on a new house was accepted. £120K for a cottage that needed some modernisation. It would be a cash purchase on our part and we don't have anywhere to sell. So pretty easy you would think. No. We had a letter this morning from the Estate Agents saying that despite them saying they had taken the house off the market, they have still been taking people round to view it, and the vendors have accepted a 'substantially higher' offer. So they're not going to sell it to us. We've put so much money into doing it already, and I can't understand it. It is literally cash from us. As in, i'll be going to the bank and drawing out £120,000.00. These new buyers are apparantly stuck in a chain and reliant on a mortgage. I don't understand people sometimes. But maybe its just not meant to be. Who knows why these things happen. I've had a good cry, and have perked up enough to look at the property pages again, so all is well.

Also, another odd one this week. On Monday I had a Court Summons to let me know that I am being prosecuted for driving without due care and attention. I was in quite a serious accident back in april, whereby I bought a second hand VW Golf GTi from a chap on EBay. Anyway, it panned out that he sold it to me knowing that the brakes were faulty and went to some lengths to conceal the fact. I'd had the car a couple of hours, and whilst driving home tried to corner, the brakes failed and the rear began to drift from side to side. There was a gravel lorry up ahead and I was heading straight into someones front room, so I took a chance and pulled the handbrake on to try to spin into the hedge. I didn't know there was a tree stump in the hedge, which acted as a lever and flipped the car over four times, nose to tail bouncing on the roof each flip, and barrel-rolled accross the road, landing on the roof. The front of the car was utterly crushed, and I had to be cut out by a fire crew some hours later, trapped while I could feel and smell petrol dripping onto my face and see the engine sparking. My life really did flash before me and I honestly thought I was going to die. So 8 months on, I am being prosecuted, and apparantly the man who sold me the car has committed no offence. Strange world, isn't it?

Anyway, this makes me want to think about all the things I am grateful for. And it will take a pictorial form. Firstly....spooning porridge into my tiny girl's mouth every morning, and her enormous smile thats just for me. Secondly, the other four, who I love dearly even though they drive me crazy. Thirdly, my darling other half, who has the patience of a saint to put up with me. Fourth, silly things that mean such a lot, like a fruit St Nicholas that Bobby and his friends made at playgroup. Fab, isn't it? Rich laughed his head off, but he's not as sentimental as me! Lastly, that I live in such a beautiful part of the world, and sadly that my photography never does it justice.