Hello gang

Yes; it's umbrella weather again. But there are worse things than rain. I think I've just broken my bread-maker. I put all the dry ingredients in, without adding any water! You have to add 350ml of water. There was this terrible squeaking noise. I came running down the stairs, thinking it was the dog; though it did sound much more like a bird. Due in no small part to having PMT's, I didn't work out the sound was coming from the bread-maker, I didn't check it until later. It sounded like the noise was coming from outside. I really hope I haven't burnt out the motor.

I tried another bread a bit later, this time it didn't really mix. The bread came out looking like a soggy dish-cloth. Now; I'm trying a third. So; keep your fingers crossed for me. I love my bread-maker, we rely on it living in the country. So do our sparrows. But there's nothing like a bit of hot buttered toast with marmalade and a cup of tea, is there?

Here's my new little painting, which has even got gold paint on it. It's a lovely oil painting of a young girl, cuddling her new puppy, it's called "Just One More Hug"

Puppy With Child Painting by Laurel Moore.

You know that feeling, when you get a new puppy and you just can't stop cuddling and smelling it? It looks all grainy here, but it isn't grainy at all.

Talking of grainy, my bread-maker has just leapt into life!! I can hear it mixing away downstairs. Maybe sitting it in the garden, to cool down did the trick. Maybe it appreciated the kind gesture. It's very loud now. It think it's disgruntled with me. It's all coming together, into a bready mass now, too; I know, I've just checked. It's looking good. I've really gone down hill with my bread-making lately, though.  I've produced some real blobs, I don't know why. I think I've stopped measuring my ingredients. Always a danger, I suppose. In becoming overconfident.

Hey, there's a lovely ray of sunshine sneaking up my window now. Do you want to share it? Tough! It's mine, get your own. At least you can go and buy a loaf of bread. Get me a Mars Bar, if you're going will you? Oh no, I forget myself. I don't eat them anymore.

My husband bought me a gorgeous little ski suit the other day. We were looking for a really warm coat, as you do, once autumn starts flexing it's muscles. I never thought to buy a two piece! He did. It's a lovely pink little number. Pink trousers and pinkish checkered jacket. It's warm enough to toast yourself in. It's gorgeous. I was a bit worried when I had to wear the Large, until I realized it was a teenage range. Didn't stop my husband telling me that my posterior must have really grown though. Such a tactful soul!

So; roll on that snow, ice and rain. I'm ready for you anytime. Looking like a pink puffy bunny...........

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