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As it's such a pleasant evening, we end up going further than we intended. By the time we get to Barbara's mum's, a big black cloud has lurched out of the west.
They're little works of art: this white rabbit has so much character just as it is but she's going to dress it in pink. I like the little touches that give it character - like the lopsided ear and the blank, lost look in its eyes - which are single stitches.
Hang on, didn't that kind of granny have a hidden side, with very large teeth or a tendency to kidnap Hansel and Gretel?! Maybe my mum-in-law has a hidden side that I've never been aware of . . . The rain has subsided by the time we set off home.
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An
evening stroll - that's rare! (by now, we're normally sitting with a glass
of wine listening to M People). The sky grades from dove grey
above to washed-out gold in the west.
It's
as well I brought binoculars because what I thought was a mallard on a
rock in the river turns out to be a moorhen and there
are two swimming in the rapids of the old weir nearby.
Barbara's
mum has been knitting rabbits again. She's always knitting rabbits. If
only she'd sell them she'd make a fortune! But no - today, for instance,
she gave away a girl rabbit and a knitted doll with a floppy hat and stubby
carrot nose to a friend to give to her great-grand-daughter.
And
she's been baking scones today - I'm glad we called now. My mother-in-law
is very much the storybook granny who lived in a house in the woods and
enticed children in with gingerbread.