Letting the side down

Jasper cabochon, wire wrapped by me!

It's been a while since my last confession. Sometimes real life gets in the way of writing. So many things have happened. Shouty Grandad has had lots of medical treatment for a potentially serious illness which hopefully now is under control. Nanny is undergoing treatment for a potentially serious illness - hopefully we've passed the worst part - she is doing very well and is keeping her sense of humour despite shouty Grandad trying his hand at hoovering and cooking. "A salad is much harder to make than a pie because there's so many things to do."

I've been investigated for a breast lump, turned out to probably the result of an injury - I wonder if it's scar tissue from when i broke my ribs a couple of years ago?

Mr Fink and Nelly are in the rudest of health after a winter cold that lasted the best part of 6 weeks.

Nelly is looking forward to beginning her travels to Andorra - skiing with her school, Wales - coasteering and kayaking with school and JAPAN with Mr and Mrs Fogg.

We're also planning Nanny and Shouty Grandad's 50th Wedding Anniversary party in August with over 150 family members attending.

All in all we've a lot to be thankful for and are enjoying everything and everyone in our little world.

Here's a Shouty Grandad nugget to keep you going...

Shouty Grandad goes swimming several times a week. He likes to read the Daily M*il in the cafe afterwards.
On this particular occasion, the 2 copies of the Daily M*il (I can't bring myself to name the dreadful scaremongering racist rag) were being read so shouty Grandad settled for the inferior Express.
One of the M*il readers finished and wandered off but before Shouty grandad could bag the paper, a lady with children picked it up. She placed it on a nearby sofa to 'save' her seat while she went to get coffee.

When the lady returned to the sofa she was puzzled as the newspaper had disappeared. As she looked round, all she could see was one man reading his copy of the Daily M*il and another man reading a very thick copy of the Express - How very odd? A mystery.