What a difference a day makes :o)

I never seem to get the hang of which order to load photos onto this thing - I add them in the order I'd like them to appear - sometimes they come out like that, other times they wiggle around and sit where they feel like. Sorry girls you'll just have to do a bit of creative viewing :o)

I said yesterday morning that the builder had got the base slab of concrete down (the darker photo before it got properly light yesterday morning) - well just look how much he got done yesterday. The outside half of the dwarf walls all up and looking very smart indeed. He will be back on Monday to do the inner blockwork and finish off the step - boy is this whizzing along nicely :o)

Dad has settled in back at home and is feeling much better than before the angioplasty - he did admit to me on the phone last night, that the night before he came home he had another fainting fit in the hospital, which I feel confirms my suspicions that they may well have dramatically improved the blood supply to his heart but haven't actually completely tackled the problem he was originally admitted for. I have this deep misgiving that things will continue as before once he gets up and moving about normally. We will see! Mum knows to dial 999 as soon as anything happens and at least if it does and he's back at the hospital they might sort it out this time. Only time will tell, but it has made Mum very nervous and she's loath to leave him for any length of time for shopping and errands etc.

Well in the hour and a half before heading off to work yesterday morning I was as busy as our builder and whizzed along with my sister's birthday cushion covers. I'm very pleased with the result and hope she likes them too. I can't believe they're all completed, wrapped and ready for posting this morning before I go to watch DS play football. Her birthday isn't until Tuesday so, Post Office willing, she should get them a day early - a minor miracle for me who is usually right on the wire.

Sarah had a letter this week saying unfortunately she hadn't got through to the next stage on from the rugby talent identification day she participated in during the half term holiday. She was quite pragmatic about it on opening the letter consoling herself with the fact that she is only just 14 and there will be plenty of other opportunities in the years to come. It was a different story later on in the evening when she learned that a friend of similar age from Cornwall had been selected, the flood gates opened then. But now that a couple of days have passed she seems okay with the whole thing and did admit that Lucy had been playing since she was 7yrs old which might have had some bearing on it. This weekend there's no match but she has County training in Wells (just under an hour from here) starting at 10.30am so no lie-in for me tomorrow.

I've spent a little time this morning cutting 2.5" strips from my dark and light blues and sands to make a very quick triple rail fence for the new baby of Nick and Lou's teacher. I pinched the basic idea from Siobhan - it should come together nice and quickly ready for them to take in to him when he returns to work on Wednesday.