Who’s been eating my oranges????

For the last week or so we’ve been finding our some of our oranges, grapefruit and mandarins on the ground and shredded …IMG_3766
or hollowed out very neatly (this morning’s one is a bit messy)!IMG_3767.  Trying to think what could be eating them we firstly eliminated quendas (bandicoots) as they can’t jump or climb.  Next options were either rats or possums as both species love fruit of any kind and we certainly know about rats eating our grapes as we’ve seen the cheeky blighters actually doing that in broad daylight.

This morning the puzzle was solved as I opened our bedroom curtains and looked out at the Washington Navel orange tree.  There in full view were two gloriously coloured red capped parrots having a feed.  As I needed to take the photo through the window, the clarity is not as clear as I’d like (windows need cleaning 😏) but I caught this parrot in the act ….

We usually only find one piece of fruit on the ground, so I was surprised to see two parrots in the tree.  On inspection I found two damaged oranges so perhaps the first parrot is bringing his mate along and sharing the bounty.  You can tell they’re male parrots as they have lovely bright colouring.  The female colouring is duller and they don’t have the bright red cap.

So, problem solved as to cause.  The issue is that we don’t really want to put the bird nets on, so we’ll probably look at taking our share of fruit off the Washington Navel and leaving a few for the parrots.  They can have the grapefruit as we can’t use them as Gordon’s on medication that reacts to grapefruit.  The Valencia orange is absolutely loaded, so we won’t miss some off there and the mandarins are at their best right now and ready to be shared around, so we’ll share with the parrots and hope we get more than they do.

It’s another glorious sunny winter’s day and we’re heading out to lunch with friends in the Swan Valley at a French patisserie.  Once again, crocheting is taking a back seat but who could resist the call of French food and sunshine 😋🔆

Wishing you sunshine, lollipops and rainbows

kay sig(aka Pinky) 🔆🍭🌈

Meet my amazing Mum …

Today I’d like to introduce you to my amazing Mum (Rose) who, unfortunately, is no longer with us.  Mum was a seamstress/dressmaker extraordinaire.  Her father was a tailor and Mum worked in clothing factories during the war years and was a dressmaker for several boutiques in Mosman Park/Nedlands/Dalkeith during my childhood.  I remember so many lovely After 5 and evening dresses hanging in Mum’s bedroom as she was working on them.  Times were tough and my Dad was working three jobs to keep the wolf from the door.  Mum always made sure that what she was working on was put away out of sight before Dad came home as she didn’t want him to feel that he couldn’t support his family.  I know Dad knew that Mum was doing what she could to help but it was such a nice gesture on Mum’s part.

Here are my Mum and Dad …
rose & ernie
… and some photos of Mum’s handiwork as I was growing up …


and how she managed to make material bargains go a long way …
Fay, Rose & Kay @44 Railway St. Cottesloe mid1950s
I remember wearing my big sister’s dress after I’d outgrown my own.

I didn’t have any shop bought clothes until I started work at 16.  Mum made everything, including dancing costumes, fancy dress outfits, all our every day and going out clothes and square dancing outfits for herself and Dad.  Even after I started work and could buy my own clothes, Mum was always there if I needed anything made and when I was ballroom dancing she made all my dresses for my medals.  I couldn’t have afforded to have them made and would never have advanced as far as I did without Mum’s magic sewing skills.

This was my Tango Star ballroom medal dress.  I sewed the black and silver sequined roses whilst travelling on the bus to and from work for months.  Back in those days the regulars on the bus all knew each other and talked to each other, so when my roses were finished everyone wanted to know when they were going to see the dress!  Mum managed to make a clear plastic bag to cover the dress for my final rehearsal and that day I took it into the city on the bus for everyone to see.  I don’t think that would happen these days.
Kay_Tango Star Medal
Taking another look at this photo I noticed that my foot is strapped up, which must have been when I broke my little toe by accidentally kicking a rock that was buried under sand on the beach.

If I wanted something made all I needed to do was draw a diagram and leave it to Mum, who would then measure me, get an old newspaper or some brown paper or butcher’s paper that she’d saved and make a pattern to fit my diagram.  It was so easy for Mum, and I never developed those skills, because at the time I didn’t need to.  If I could go back in time I would apprentice myself to Mum and learn all those amazing tricks of the trade.

One skill I did learn was to backstitch by hand.  Mum always said that it was the best skill to have and it has stood me in good stead over the years and I passed it on to our children (not sure about youngest son but definitely eldest son and daughter).

So today, when my eyesight failed me on the first hurdle to making a new peg bag (my trusty peg bag that I made I made from a tea towel, at least 15 years ago, finally gave up and I needed to make a new one) the backstitch came into its own.

With my towel  marked and pinned ready to go I opened up my sewing machine planning to have it made in a matter of minutes when I realised I couldn’t see the eye of the needle to thread the cotton 😪.  Found my family heirloom magnifying glass and still no luck.  Out with the needle and cotton and 30 minutes later …. the finished bag.IMG_3760

So, that’s the reason why no crochet photos today.  I’ve been too busy playing peg bags and reminiscing.

The sun is streaming in through the kitchen window where I’m sitting and it’s a glorious sunny day.  Washing done and I think it would be a good idea to get some uke practice in this afternoon ready for tomorrow’s gig.

Wishing you sunshine, lollipops and rainbows

kay sig(aka Pinky) 🔆🍭🌈



Getting there slowly, slowly …..🐢🐢🐢


Today’s progress with my mystery tapestry crochet project.  Can you guess what it is yet???

What a tangle I was in for most of the afternoon with large magenta, black and white balls of yarn plus little butterfly bobbins of pale pink  and green dangling on the back for the little extras.

A butterfly bobbin looks a bit like this ….

and it’s used for small sections where you don’t want a full size ball of yarn hanging off your work.  It’s wound around your fingers in a figure of eight and enables the starting end to be pulled from the centre.  The final end of the yarn is wound around the middle to hold it together.

They’re used for small sections as in this photo.  I’ve also used the pale pink bobbins for the little round bit in the middle of the white section and the green bobbin as you can see here ….

All pretty tricky and very time consuming as you need to count the blocks in a graph for each colour section.  I do one row at a time and count each colour block and note on the sheet before I start and then mark the row as “done” before I start the next row.

I’m certainly learning a lot about designing for tapestry crochet and how difficult it is to change colour for just one or two blocks.  I’m going to put this learning to good use down the track as I have a few designs in mind that I’d love to put together … especially a teddy bear 🐻for a very good friend and a frog 🐸 for our daughter.  I’d also like to attempt a dragon, a dragonfly and a seahorse but they may be a bit ambitious at this stage 🤔.

Today’s work was hard on the eyes and fingers but very satisfying to see it taking shape.

We’ve had a beautiful sunny winter’s day here.  Hope the weather’s been kind to you in your part of the world.

Wishing you sunshine, lollipops and rainbows ….

kay sig(aka Pinky) 🔆🍭🌈


Promises, promises ….

In my last post I said I would endeavour to post more often and I’m trying to keep to that commitment.

Today I’ve scrounged through my stash and managed to find the colours required for my new project.

The project is linked to one of the “C” words in my title.  Up to you to guess what it will be 🤔.

I would like to be able to say this design is mine … but unfortunately it isn’t.  I will reveal the designer when the project is finished as at this stage I don’t want to give away any clues as to what I’m making.

The design is in tapestry crochet, which can be quite challenging when you’re working with three or more colours at one time.

My aim is to master tapestry crochet so that I can eventually design my own projects.  The more I study other designers’ projects the more understanding I have of the grid pattern and how to use it.

So here it is … the start of a new project.  Naturally, the background is pink! Can you guess what the picture is going to be?

Would love to see your comments here 🤗

That’s it for today.  More to follow.

Wishing you sun shine, lollipops and rainbows.

kay sig (aka Pinky) 😎🔆🍭🌈

Blowin’ in the Wind

Well, my good intentions all blew out the window, so I guess they’re ‘blowin’ in the wind’.  So much for posting more often.  Time just seems to run, rather than trickle, through the hourglass these days.  I hope that means life is keeping me on my toes but perhaps it could indicate that I’m just frittering it away.

After posting the photos of the dragon scale gloves and matching scarf back in June (grandson Will asked if he could have them as he liked them so much 😘), I was pleasantly surprised to get a request from friend Barbara in Busselton for a similar set.  The yarn I used for the original gloves and scarf was a Moda Vera Fayette and I wasn’t sure how the pattern would work up if I used a different yarn.  The Fayette appears to have been discontinued, but on scouring the Internet I eventually found someone selling two different colour mixes … a Denim Mix and a Fuschia Mix.  Barbara chose the Denim Mix and this is the completed set with my favourite Panda modelling for me 🤩 …

I have sufficient of the Fuschia Mix to make another set …

so I’m considering putting hook to yarn again and then hopefully I’ll find someone keen to own them.

Then there was small project from Lee, a friend from our car club, who has steadily been requesting fingerless gloves in just about every colour of the rainbow.  I arrived home several weeks ago to find a ball of bright yellow yarn at my front door with just a phone number on a piece of paper under the label.  It turned out to be Lee again and I’ve now finished her sunshine yellow gloves ready for pick up …

Also back in June there was another project but this one didn’t quite get off the ground.  These beanies, in school colours, were going to be prizes in a competition, but unfortunately it wasn’t to be.  There’s a chance that it may happen next year 🤞🤞.   

In the meantime, I have been gifted the yarn that I was going to use, which is incredibly generous, so I’m hoping to put it to good use and regift the finished articles to people in need as I complete them.

For myself, I crocheted a hook case (not quite finished, still requires a closure and ends weaving in) from a design by Priscilla’s Crochet.

I needed to adjust the pattern as I had extra hooks but I love the clever and intricate design and I’ve used one of my favourite colours.  I have a bad habit of putting my hooks down and misplacing them, so the idea is to train myself to return them to this case each time I finish a project.  I can also pin in my stitch markers, which also always seem to disappear as they’re so small.

Made but not photographed (duh!!) were several scarves, scarf & glove set, and beanies that I put into the Exchange at our local Kalamunda Community Learning Centre for their open day.  The Learning Centre has since been closed for school holidays so I’ve no idea what was sold, but I did receive a nice sum of money in my account recently, so some items have definitely sold 👍.  I’ll find out what’s left when the Learning Centre opens in a week or so for this semester.

On a different tack away from the crocheting, Gordon and I have been having so much fun with our ukuleles with several gigs in recent months.  At our last gig we were fortunate to be videoed while we were jiving to Five Foot Two Eyes of Blue.


Gordon and I are dancers from way back (we met dancing in the mid-1960s) so if there’s any excuse to get up and dance then we’re on the floor 🤩.  It always seems to be well received by the audience, which is very nice.

Other than crocheting, ukulele and dancing, we’ve had just one kayak trip up the river for lunch on a lovely sunny winter’s day.  Just a few photos …

With the very best of intentions I will try to post again very soon … but perhaps don’t hold your breath waiting … your health is very important and so is breathing 🤣🤣

Wishing you a happy, healthy, sun shiny day, wherever you may be 😎🌞

kay sig (aka Pinky … but that’s another story for another day 😉)


“Don’t Worry, Be Happy”😎😎

Last Monday night at our fortnightly ukulele session, we had a visit from a group called the Elderberries who led us through songs such as When I’m 64, Return To Sender, Bring Me Sunshine and Brown Eyed Girl.  Just before we finished they handed out sheets for a medley of Three Little Birds and Be Happy and now that song is stuck in my head 😝  I’ve tried singing other songs but this one just keeps coming back!  When I looked at the YouTube video I just had to share it as it’s so happy (naturally … it’s supposed to be!), and as it’s grey and cold and raining🌧☔ here in my little corner of the world, it just brightened up my day.  Hope it brighten’s yours 🙂

Oh goodness, now I have another song going just by writing these words (My Little Corner of the World).  Do you remember this song?

My little corner of the world may be grey, cold and wet but our house is now cosy and warm as at long last our Everhot DeLuxe 204 slow combustion wood stove has been repaired and according to Dan (our repairman) it’s good for at least another 20 years.  Not bad for a stove we bought 40 years ago that has burnt 24/7 for 6 – 8 months of every year … cooking our food, warming us and our house and boosting our solar hot water system.  There is something very comforting about the sound of the kettle sitting on the side of the stove and quietly singing.


Gordon says he warms himself twice in winter, first when he chops the wood and then inside in the warmth of the kitchen.  We get plenty of exercise putting the wood in the trailer at the front of the house, where it gets delivered, then stacking it in the front section of the carport under cover.  From then on, for the rest of winter, Gordon gradually chops the wood to various sizes (kindling, quick fire and overnight burn) and together we restack along the second section of the carport wall, closer to the back door and the stove.

We have several very large Marri trees on our property that constantly drop small branches and Gordon built a kindling box that’s not far from the back door that we now store all those branches in. 

Last year the council removed a dying and dangerous tree out on the front verge and the workers were kind enough to cut it into very large pieces for us.  The wood is now stored along the fence line drying out for next winter.  Gordon has a lot of work ahead of him to cut these down to size.  The small ones won’t be too much work, but the larger ones could be challenging!

Now that winter is officially here the grapevines and fruit trees have finally decided to start dropping their leaves in a hurry.  I love the changes of colour as this happens … not so fussed about all the leaves outside the back door 😏  Unfortunately the weeds have suddenly found a new lease of life with the rain and are springing up everywhere.  Such is life!!

That’s it from my little corner of the world.  Wishing you a warm, sunshiny, happy day 😎🔆

kay sig

Time, time, time⏰⏰⌛⌛

It’s difficult to believe that it’s six months since my last post.  Time is a traveller and it’s travelled away at an alarming rate 🤔.

On the fractured bone front, my hand has finally healed but with a bit of limited movement in three of my fingers, which is frustrating but I’m learning to work around it.  The crocheting has been slow as the most difficult area was my little pinky finger, which now bends differently and as it’s my yarn tensioning finger I’ve had to learn to compensate and find a different way to tension.

As Gordon and I are also learning ukulele, the fingers have also caused a bit of angst as far as fingering for chords is concerned, but once again I’m finding different techniques that work for me and I have to accept that there will be chords that I may not be able to play as my pinky just doesn’t have any stretch … c’est la vie!

So, back to my last post and the strange jellyfish-like photo that I posted.  This is how it finished up ….

A little fox rattle for a very special little person for Christmas.  Thankfully I had it finished in time and despite the wonky nose and eyes I was reasonably happy with my first effort at amigurumi crochet.  Not sure that I want to go in that direction with my crochet as it does require nimble fingers and mine certainly didn’t feel nimble.

I’ve been slowly getting back into the crochet as my hand improves and there are several items I need to get working on.

If you remember the teapot stand I designed last year, I now have an order for another one with matching tea cosy and hope to get started on that very soon.

I’ve also received a commission from our local pharmacy, https://www.facebook.com/NightingalesKalamunda/ which at this stage I can’t elaborate on but I’ll post photos in July once the commission is completed.

As my hand was slowly healing I exercised it by using up some yarn I had purchased more than a year ago.  I was intrigued by the dragon scale fingerless gloves that I’d seen on the Internet, so I decided to try making a pair with a matching scarf.  These were the finished result, quickly snapped up by our grandson 😄 …

They turned out a lot better than I expected and I’m seriously considering making some more.

While all this hand healing was going on, we decided to take two weeks off in March/April for a camping holiday in Albany, Augusta and Busselton.  Albany, because it’s one of our most favourite places; Augusta because we haven’t been there for years and wanted to go somewhere different; and Busselton because we’d been invited to a ukulele night and there was also a car show on the same weekend where we could display our Morry Van.

Two weeks of glorious weather and some lovely scenery.

In Albany … on the tourist road to Denmark Farmhouse Cheese for lunch …

In Augusta …

… and finally in Busselton ….

We came home to fruit trees and grape vines starting to get their autumn leaves and this cheeky 28 parrot having a meal of dried grapes.

Not that we mind.  As far as we’re concerned the parrots and other small birds are more than welcome to what’s left of the grape harvest.  We also saw a very cheeky rat (we think) run across the pergola beam, break of a bunch of dried grapes and disappear into the roof … not once, but twice 😲.  Cheeky devil!

We spied this creature, called a Feather Horned Beetle, on the clothes line. Very difficult to photograph!  What I wouldn’t give to eyelashes like that!!!! 😄

Although it’s now June, and officially Winter, our Satsuma plum is still showing amazing Autumn colour.

The official “sprinkler ban, no watering other than hand held hose” period started on 1st June but the weather is still acting like a very warm Autumn … cold mornings and nights with crisp, sunny days … and with no sign of real rain.  The long range forecast is for a dry winter.  Gordon is in the process of planting out his winter veg so he’ll be doing a lot of hand watering until the rain does come.  The rainwater tanks we’ve been talking about for years would have been useful … if we had put them in 🤔

Over the next two days our slow combustion wood stove will be getting refurbished and a new flue👍, so once again we’ll be able to light it up and get cooking, warming the house and boosting the solar hot water over winter without smoking the house out as we have for the past two years.

Now that I’m back blogging I’m planning on a post a week and updating the other pages where necessary.  I’ve really missed sitting and chatting.

I hope you’ll drop by for a cuppa and a chat next week 😎

kay sig



Almost back in action🤺😄

Well, I’ve not taken up fencing, as the picture in my heading suggests 😉 but I have finally managed to take up a crochet hook over the past couple of days.  Trying to find a new way of tensioning my yarn has been a challenge as my slowly healing fractured bones are still causing difficulties and my fingers don’t want to bend properly.  I’m not sure I’ve totally achieved the perfect solution, but I have managed to get this far ….


I can almost hear “what on earth is that!” and I totally understand your confusion.  Hopefully this will turn into a very special rattling toy for a very special little person.  At this stage I’ll let you keep guessing 😉 as I would like it to be a surprise for those receiving this gift on Christmas morning, but all will be revealed after Christmas … providing it turns out the way it should!!!  I guess, even if it doesn’t turn out exactly how I expect, I should still post the finished product.

I saw the design on my FB feed and fell in love with it.  The only issue is that the designer had shown very little in the way of actual construction (using photographs) and the pattern directions were/are not particularly clear, so a bit of angst trying to get into the mind of said designer.

I’m taking photos as I work so that I have something to refer back to if I decide to make this item again.

Another interesting issue was finding a bell to put inside.  Off to Spotlight to pick up the yarn and find a bell.  No bell!  Looked and looked but the store is huge and I traipsed up and down through aisle after aisle and came up with nothing … nada😓.  Finally asked a sales assistant who looked at my yarn and said “If you go back to where you found your yarn, then go to the back corner and they will be on one of the ends”.  So back I went, walked up and down, scanned aisle and end, after aisle and end and still nothing, but by this time I was starting to feel cross-eyed!  Came to the conclusion that it wasn’t my day and decided to head home with my yarn and look for the bell closer to the time I would need it.

Just as I was walking away I saw another sales assistant in the actual yarn area, so asked my question again.  This time the answer was “Oh, bells are with the teddy bears on that far wall” as she pointed in a totally opposite direction to my previous instructions.  Sure enough, there they were, packets and packets and packets of bells of all shapes and sizes and colours … BUT they came in packs of 10 and upwards and I only wanted one 🤔.  Beggars can’t be choosers, so I picked up a pack of 10, in the meantime wondering what I was going to do with extra 9 shiny gold bells ….


Well, as you can see, there are now only six in the packet … what did I do with the other four?


I was going carol singing yesterday and we’d been asked to wear as much “bling” as possible.  I looked at my boring shoes and thought of the old nursery rhyme “rings on her fingers and bells on her toes”.  Out with the tinsel, a couple of very rough bows (very difficult to tie bows with this particular tinsel) and voila, bells on the ends 😉  I certainly jingle jangled as I walked!  I’ll be singing carols again on Christmas Eve at Fiona Stanley Hospital, so these bows and bells will be back on my shoes again very soon 😎

I guess, for now, the rest of the bells will go in with the rest of my crochet stash until required for another project.

On the fractured hand bones front, I haven’t been happy with the slow recovery and poor mobility (it’s now eight weeks) and wondered whether everything was healing OK.  Saw my GP yesterday and he agreed, so off for another x-ray.  The radiologist is almost like an old friend these days, so I pumped him a little and he did say that it wasn’t healing as well as it should but naturally he didn’t want to say any more, but when he asked if I had an appointment to see my GP I knew that it wasn’t a good sign and he did comment that having osteoporosis could slow down the healing process 😪.  Sure enough, today I received a message from the surgery asking me to make a follow-up appointment.  Booked in for next Monday to find out just what’s going on.  As I’ve said before, I’m not a very patient patient but I guess you can’t hurry nature, so I’ll just have to manage, as I have been, do my best not to grizzle and be an absolute pain in the neck for Gordon (my goodness, he is so patient with me .. I love him to bits ❤❤!!!!)  and put up with the inconvenience until it finally rights itself.

So, at least I’m finally back doing a very small amount of crocheting and I am very thankful that I do actually have two hands 🙌

Wishing you a happy, sunshiny day wherever you may be 😎❤🔆


Slowly, slowly, slowly🐌🐌🐌

Time is relative …. although it seems as though it’s taking forever for the bones in my left hand to heal, and yet the days are rapidly counting down towards the end of the year.  Both the slow and the rapid are frustratingly annoying.  So much I want and need to do and I’m really not known for my patience 😛

To compound the problem, the pain I’ve had in my left arm/shoulder has finally been diagnosed as bursitis.  Cortisone injection later this week will hopefully help reduce the inflammation and pain.

The positives:

I need to mindful that the broken bones could have been a lot worse and be thankful that today (almost six weeks since that silly fall) I can actually type with all my fingers at a reasonable speed again … that’s a plus.

I’ve also been forced to use my right hand/arm for so many more things (except writing!) so I now know that I can make my bread, cakes and biscuits using either arm.  It might take a bit longer but it’s possible … that’s also a plus.

Ukelele playing is still difficult but as the swelling goes down the fingers move a bit better each time I play and it’s physiotherapy at the same time … that’s another plus.

Broken bones have no impact on singing!  Gordon has volunteered himself as my driver and has been taking me to my choir practices twice a week despite the fact that he really doesn’t like choir music.  He takes his books and puzzles with him, tunes out and waits two hours each time while I sing my heart out.  He is a treasurer and I love him to bits ❤😍

On the short term downside:

I can’t still can’t drive and losing the independence of being able go where I want, when I want can be a little irritating.

Crocheting is still not an option.  Interesting to discover that the total control of my yarn tension is with my ring and pinky fingers and they’re the ones that are still not totally functioning the way they should, but they are improving.  I’ve tried different ways to tension my yarn but nothing has worked so I just have to be patient a little longer.

Looking back on what I’ve just written, there are more positives than negatives so I just need to be patient a bit longer, be grateful that in the scheme of things the injury is fairly minor and be thankful that I have a wonderful man who loves and looks after me … even when I’m grumpy and difficult 👌

Time to get on with the day, do the everyday household stuff and get in a bit of uke practice.

Wishing you a happy, positive and safe sun shiny day 🔆😎💐



“Life gets Tee-Jus Don’t It” !!!😉

Loved this as a child and today that’s just what it feels like.  I’m a “doing” person and being confined to being one handed (and the wrong hand at that!) has made me a bit grumpy and difficult to live with these past three weeks.

After seeing my doctor, who told me that it would be a good idea to leave the strapping off during the day when home so that I could use my hand “a little” and “not to overdo it”, I followed his advice … BUT how do you know if you’ve “overdoing it” when the aching pain doesn’t set in until about two hours later?! 🤔

So yes, life has been a bit tedious and I’ve been more than a bit frustrated … it’s only three weeks into the six week “healing process” …  and apparently it will take several months before it’s really back to “normal”.  Meanwhile all I can do is look longingly at my yarn and crochet projects and slowly, carefully and one handed re-arrange my yarn into a more colour coordinated order, and try finger picking my ukelele without actually doing the chords.  Having just joined a new uke group it’s frustrating to feel like I’m getting left behind … grrrr!!!

🤚🤚🤚Stop!!!  Warning!!!  This is sounding more and more like a “poor me” whinge session, and it may get worse 😝

No, let’s be positive!  Last weekend, with hand strapped and with Gordon’s staunch help, I managed to get to the Dunsborough SongFest with my Born to Sing choir and Secret Women’s Business Group.  I take my hat off to my wonderful man who has no interest at all in listening to choirs but happily packed up the car and camper trailer to take me south for three days.  Not only that, he even subjected himself to being the “bag man” for me and quite a few of the other ladies.  We women always need someone to look after our bags whilst we’re singing and Gordon was very quickly nominated and piled up with copious bags and “stuff”.  Naturally, by being the “bag man”, he then had no option but to stay and listen to our performances, which no doubt required a great deal of fortitude on his part.  He really does deserve 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 for this heroic effort 😍

The SongFest was a great weekend of singing in harmony but also a learning curve on how to better present ourselves to an audience, which is something we will be concentrating on in future choir sessions.  You never stop learning … not just the words of the many songs, or your own particular harmonies (I am what’s referred to as an Alto 1), but also learning to listen and blend your voice/harmony with those around you, how to stand or move in sync, how to enter and leave the stage … especially our large choir which can be anything from 50 to 150 people, but also our small Secret Women’s group of between 10 to 20 people.  Behind all of this is the driving force, the man who started it all, our choir master, Martin.  An amazing man who lives for music and pushes us to strive to be better and better and never become complacent … “there’s always room for improvement”!

So there it is … no crocheting being done, no uke being played but I could be a lot worse off, so no time for any more feeling sorry for myself, or whinging and moaning.  Just time to be thankful that the injury wasn’t worse, get on with what I can do, try not to “overdo it” and wait, wait, wait.

Wishing you health, happiness and a sun shiny day 😎😎