No-sew zone.

 A pinched nerve in my leg is making it impossible to sew, it’s been over a week and have had to give in and see a doctor and that means physiotherapy on Tuesday.

I bought a walking stick a while ago in preparation for old age, the chemist range is clinical – practical but ugly, I’ve now had a chance to use it (A chance I would happily live without).

It’s inlaid with brass.

The head looks how I feel.

Apart from that, this is first hint of Spring; an Earlicheer (Early & cheery) Jonquil, I had to pick it, the perfume from just one bloom fills the room.

So, nothing happening, a length of white polycotton is pressed and ready to cut, I hope I still remember how to make a shirt.

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