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todayiamadaisyI read the supermarket's free magazine yesterday. It had a page of Easter treats. Easter treats, right? Easter. Treats. Keep those two concepts in mind.
One of the alleged Easter treats was a terracotta flower pot filled with hummus with three carrots poked into it. I mean, don't get me wrong. I like hummus and I like carrots. They are just... not Easter treats.
This morning I opened my curtains and blinked, puzzled, at the world. Something was different. What was it? Something was hanging over the verandah roof. A blanket? Who would throw a blanket over my verandah roof? And then my brain finally registered what it was looking at: a sheet of tin off the roof. Part of the roof was hanging over the verandah and flapping about like a sheet on a washing line. So yes, it's been windy today. The Bureau of Meteorology was not kidding when it said to prepare for a storm surge.
Weekly knitting update: None. We had an unexpected late return of summery, non-knitting weather this week. Until today, obv.
One of the alleged Easter treats was a terracotta flower pot filled with hummus with three carrots poked into it. I mean, don't get me wrong. I like hummus and I like carrots. They are just... not Easter treats.
This morning I opened my curtains and blinked, puzzled, at the world. Something was different. What was it? Something was hanging over the verandah roof. A blanket? Who would throw a blanket over my verandah roof? And then my brain finally registered what it was looking at: a sheet of tin off the roof. Part of the roof was hanging over the verandah and flapping about like a sheet on a washing line. So yes, it's been windy today. The Bureau of Meteorology was not kidding when it said to prepare for a storm surge.
Weekly knitting update: None. We had an unexpected late return of summery, non-knitting weather this week. Until today, obv.