Yesteday was a nice day, tho pretty rushed in the morning getting orders off to the Post office and getting a kindly neighbour to build the old wooden bed in my newly decorated (just) spare room. My best mate Rosemary arrived in the afternoon with armfuls of her lemon balm, bottle of wine and other fabulous goodies.
The day progressed with catch up chat, jam exchange (we do live dangerously out here), herb hanging ( i like to make my visitors work), eating, drinking lots of tea, then of course on to some rather nice Chardonnay in the evening and watching old movies while we both made tartan rag balls – boy we really do know how to live it up here in Ayrshire!!
Anyway after a lovely evening Rosemary trotted off to the nice little spare room and l went off upstairs. Just as l am settling down the phone rings – 'Help l'm trapped' comes the plaintive cry. Rushed downstairs to find that l had ommitted one small item in my decorating of the spare room – no door handle. Poor Rosemary was well and truly locked in.
Really must improve my decorating skills and add a handle to that door.