Today in the supermarket I was approached by a young woman who said,
"Do you mind if I ask you, do you collect nectar points?"
"Yes, I replied,
"What do you use them for? she continued,
"The yes was to your first question" I said.
She smiled in a slightly embarrassed way and just said "oh, ok". Do I feel guilty about cutting her off? No I don't actually. That's how I know it's official, I am a Grumpy Old Woman. You know what - it feels good. I hate being accosted by market researchers, or people trying to sell me a new kitchen, or wondering if I wanted to sue anyone.
I've had a horrible week at work and I just want to be with my lovely family, bask in the gorgeous colours of my hexagon blanket and sleep!
I'm going to make some fig rolls for the class this week - or attempt to make them, I've never done it before, but I'm looking forward to trying.
There's lots to do at work with the new budget in. I'm trying to get a quart out of a pint pot - does that make sense?
Next Friday is Red Nose day and we are having an all night football tournament- ooo I might take my Angel quilt to embroider. The kids don't usually get tired until about 4am. I was on quiet room duty last year (loose definition of quiet there).
The hens are laying more eggs as the days get longer and Will has finished another run for the (very spoiled) rabbit. Flossie by name Godzilla by nature.
So I'll pour a stiff shandy and get my crochet hook out - 39 made and they barely cover the front of a cushion.
Have a good week everyone xxxx