So the very first was: Teacup Cottage. I never imagined I'd make a base for it, let alone do any landscaping. My skills were tested in making this tiny house, I did get a few things wrong, but gradually this little house came together. And once you've made one... you may as well make another.
Right, moan over... yep what you see in the picture is an old fashioned telephone box. It comes with the phone, small posters etc, oh and stands next to a Post Office. I won't be doing any work on it for the next couple of days as I have a friend coming to stay. But today I just wanted to make a start on the telephone box. With the grotty weather I needed to switch on my daylight lamp at 3pm! I have painted the box, built the shelf and phone, painted the frames for the posters, so it all just needs to be put together. I won't be starting on the actual Post Office till Thursday.
I do have an early start tomorrow, have an appointment with the nurse at 7.40 a.m., blood tests, one is a fasting test! Hate those. Then I need to sort out my hair, it looked fine before I ventured out into the wind and rain... ugh, I hate this type of weather. I don't mind wind, or rain, but not together! And it was so blooming gloomy, by 4pm I had switched on all the lamps. Harvey of course was oblivious, he was happily snoozing on my bed. He got booted out at 4.30 a.m. this morning, well he was making such a nuisance of himself I had no choice.
The other thing that is really irking me at the moment is this relentless campaign to demonise Jeremy Corbyn, he may not be my preferred choice for the Labour Leader, but he does not deserve this constant sniping. The latest was his 'bow' at the centotaph! Oh for crying out loud, the man paid his respects, he then went on to Horseguards and spoke with the many veterans there, while the other politicos headed off for lunch. I can also remember a time when no-one, politicians included, gave a stuff about Remembrance Sunday, when folk were not asked to pause in the shops for two minutes... And I'm sick of certain royal types getting dressed up in uniforms that they have no right to wear... and sporting medals that their mum gave them.
Right, the moaning is over, won't be around for a couple of nights, tomorrow I'll be enjoying a very nice curry! Wednesday will see me and my friend at St George's Hall in Liverpool, we'll take part in the Remembrance service, and then marvel the poppy display, enjoy some lunch and then I'll have to feign enjoyment at retail therapy... my friend loves to shop, and I hate it.
I hope you manage to stay dry over the next few days, make the most of the mid temperatures the cold stuff is coming! Thanks for stopping by to read my ramblings.