Guy Fawkes and knitted tea cosies. in One day at a time

It is 12deg C here today, 12! Hang on let me just convert that. 53deg f. For some of you that live in cold climes you might be thinking “big fat hairy deal”, but let me remind you of one small titbit – it is supposed to be nearly summer here! I’m completely over it. I haven’t even bothered swapping my winter clothes out yet (Thank goodness really). There have been cruise ships in town for the last 3 days. Poor buggers, they are wandering around shivering and double checking their itineraries for the time they can sail off into the sunset.

I’m on the countdown to my next adventure (3 days). My friend Tee and I are off on a roady to a craft fair. We go twice a year (June and November). It’s all a bit hit and miss. Sometimes it is full of such cool stuff – jewellery, knitting, jams etc and sometimes it is like visiting your slightly challenged Grandma’s house. The November one is more enjoyable for me as there is usually a sprinkling of Christmas stuff too. I’m still not really friends with Christmas, but I do like to look (that sounds a bit creepy really) It’s always a fun day out though and we top it off by a night in a hotel, some margaritas and general mayhem. Sunday we will do a bit of mall looking, and stop for fresh vegetables before heading home (the area between our town and the craft town is mainly farms and market gardens). The only slightly worrying thing is that Tee is driving. OMG I will have a sore foot from pushing the imaginary brake. That gal will either drive super slow, or right behind someone, and the indicator is a foreign concept to her. She doesn’t even enjoy driving but is a bit of a control freak, so we normally do go in her car.

Ugh it is Guy Fawkes night tonight. That means any dipshit over the age of 16 can buy some kind of incendiary devise and let it off at their leisure. They only went on sale on Saturday but every night has been a constant round of loud bangs and sky rockets. The poor cats are terrified. Tonight I will follow the vets suggestions and pull all the curtains, put the radio on and act normal Of course there will also be the mega dipshits who manage to save some to let of randomly through the coming year. Geesh.