|I ordered a couple of balls of yarn. |
Here's the box that was delivered to my sister's office.
I called my Mum today because I wanted to know how she was getting on. And she's doing fine. Yes, she still gets tired, but she is able to go places again. Not for long yet, but still, she's on the mend.
She then asked me how I was doing and how my fingers were. Now, you may remember I had some trouble with my right index finger. Whenever I have a day off it doesn't bother me at all. When I am at work though, it's another matter. One simple movement and it hurts. Leaving me to think that my body is getting to be allergic to work...
I then told her about my left middle finger. The one I cut with the small scissors just the other day. Which made her snigger a bit. Because apparently I am exactly like my Dad! Not to be trusted with sharp implements. And even my Dad agreed!
Anyway, the good news was that my Mum was doing fine and the other news is that I am a lot like my Dad (which we already knew).