A day late

This was the post I had planned in my head for yesterday but when I came to do it I couldn't find the darn camera lead. I searched high and low, although not low enough as it was eventually located under the computer desk, but by then I was too tired and my tummy was hurting. I think I may have developed IBS. Anyway I digress.

Yesterday was my fantabulous dad's birthday. He would have been 71. I took flowers up to the church for him and sang him happy birthday and then went and bought cake. He would have approved.


As well as finding some of my things in her loft my sister also found some of dad's. Lots and lots of cards. Christmas, birthday and Father's day cards we had sent him over the years. Although it was incredibly hard thing to do I decided not to keep them all. I have a box full to bursting point of speical momentoes and so I decided to keep only a few and these without doubt had to be included. All of these cards are to my dad from me but written out by my mum. With just my name inside I'm guessing they were given to him whilst I was the only child they had, so they are 40 years old.

I had been very lucky to meet lots of new fabulous friends through blogging and recently I have been very fortunate to meet lettice leaf.

Yesterday I went to the post office to collect a little parcel Linda had sent me. This is the second little gift she sent as the first one went AWOL in the Christmas post!

I have to admit that I ripped into the parcel as soon as i got back to the car but very carefully unwrapped my pressie so I could share the lovely wrapping.

Isn't my new brooch just gorgeous? I love all the cute little buttons, the purple reminds me of a pansy. It will be pinned to my coat today. Thank you Linda.