Excuse me...where's Summer gone?

I am frozen and have been all morning. Almost the solstice and I've got the coal fire going. It's not on, really it is not. So there I was back under the duvet, grumbling at the wretched freakish nature of British weather, vowing not to get out of bed until the house warmed up a bit.

Then there's a knock at the door - postman - aka Santa Claus. When Postie knocks it is always worth getting up because it means there is a parcel, which means books, yarn, wool, beads or something pretty what ever it is. So off I leapt like Pavlov's dog and waiting for me were these little beauties...

My part of the web trawl of goodies for the posh frock do and they are as comfy as slippers which is always good news. So, who needs sunshine? I have satin shoes to keep me warm...