This is normally the time during the British quilting season when I show you pictures of the Festival of Quilt.
I did go AND I took some photos (not many... I will explain in due course) but... the cable for my camera is in my suitcase.
And my suitcase is not here.
You see... the day I left my parents' I was very organised, I walked around the house checking under beds and under sofas for stray socks and ipad chargers, and then totally omitted to count how many suitcases got loaded into the car.
Very weird state of affairs. An extremely limited selection of underwear, no sandals and very little summer clothes - which is largely irrelevant given the metereological condition the tail end of hurrican Bertha has given us recently.
Oh and no camera cable.
So instead of beautiful quilts I give you a rare picture of No 3 apparently turning 9; something I'm not prepare to discuss or even acknowledge for that matter. I'll move swiftly on. Seriously, how can he be nine when I just brought him home from hospital? Geesh...
And because I feel in a generous mood I'll also share the latest collection of lost items