Saturday, 2 April 2011

Where I find tumbleweed under the dining table

I've been a busy girl since my last post, completed a short piece for a magazine and have been doing quite well with The Pearls & The Suitcase.  The only problem is the house is now falling down around my ears.  This morning I spotted a fluffy cushion lurking under the dining table which, on closer inspection, turned out to be a humongous dust ball. I was considering ringing the Guinness book of records to see if it might take the world title, when it  drifted past like the tumble weed you see rolling down the main street in Western Movies, shedding budgie feathers in its wake. Will get on my marigold gloves and become a domestic goddess for a wee while before finishing another article.  Will let you know how things are going in a few days.

5 comments:

  1. Hey! if you want to see dust balls, come to my place.......You aint seen nothing yet!

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  2. As a weaver, I can't believe anyone as bigger dust balls than me!

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  3. Ah, girls pleased to hear I'm not alone in my dust, interesting to note we are all creative people... just a coincidence I'm sure, any scientists out there want to compare dust with us?

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  4. Diane, I will be around with my white gloves on shortly!

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