Cookies

This morning after I had fired up my trusty twim-cam,

six cylinder, diesel-powered lap top

there in my email box was a "Maryland cookie"

 

"Hello" said the little cookie.

I don't usually receive biscuits in this fashion but

what the hell, it's Sunday and anything goes.

 

Turned out it was a girl cookie called Cindy.

Apparently boy cookies have bigger chunks.

Little Cindy is a keen cross stitcher and has sent me a

photo of the sampler wall in her office.

 

Maryland style Mouline Rouge

 

Just focus on the big one in the middle as it's the

only Long Dog on the block while at the same time crying

out a lusty three cheers for Bert, the kindly building maintenance

engineer and his trusty hammer, who was responsible

not only for the hanging but also the all important grouping

of this wall of delights.

Wonder if she ever gets any work done?

 

And please keep those photo's coming, I do so love to see what

you've been up to in a stitchey, arty crafty sort of a way.

The other pleasures of your private life are best played close to

your chest - so no more shots Camilla of you and Charlie

otherwise engaged, I am, after all, still in deep convalescence 

and not seeking stimulation such as your happy snaps

seek to provide!  Later maybe ......

PS  Here's something for you to ponder on
- anyone know who designed the small piece to the left of MR
with the wording "Welcome Friends"?
Give it a thought, one of you probably knows the answer.
It would help put someone out of my misery if you know what I mean.