A Snuffle or Two.

Blogland is full of spring pictures and it is so lovely to see. We all know it isn't here yet, but there's nothing wrong in looking for the signs is there?

Personally, I am so full of the grottiest cold I have had for years that I am desperate for anything that penetrates the fug in my head, including bright zingy citrus fruit for delicious hot toddies.

It is actually very rarely that I get colds and this one is reminding me just how lucky I am. My head feels like Phil Collins is off on one - you know, that bit just before 'I can feel it coming in the air' starts ringing out.

My nose resembles a tap and I ache like I have been steam rollered.

Truly, I feel dreadful.

Aren't you glad you stopped by?

Still, work carries on and bunting waits for no Pip. At least I am finally back working in my sewing room which is so light and, though in need of a sort out not to mention a lick of paint, makes me cheery just to be there.

A trip with the girls to Customs House Quay cleared my head a little, the boats sitting quiet on the still waters of the high tide.

It was so gentle: everything from the scent in the air to the breeze and the chatter, all so gentle and hushed with only the clear, soaring tones of a young girl singing as she sipped her drink on the bench by the quayside breaking into the quiet ... perfect.

As is the sight of the wools in my basket. This one is a mix of moss green, soft mauves and cream. It reminds me of the heathers and mosses found on the Cornish moors or the colours of seaweed on stone.

Ah well, I'm off to take my hideously grotty self off to make the dinner for the troops, pop the washing on and generally try to wreak some order when really I just want to go to bed.

Can't wait...sigh.

See you soon x