The Worst Week Ever

I can't ever remember having such a disastrous week. It got off to a bad start when my patchwork wouldn't go right. I was making Delectable Mountains. I'd like to know why they are called that (a) they don't look anything like mountains (b) they are not delectable to make.

Now you might say to yourself that's not so bad and I would agree, but on Wednesday Stephanie came into the shop do some sewing with us. So far not so bad until she stitched through her finger (I have to say there wasn't much blood). Anyway Pam called for an ambulance and whilst she was still on the phone a paramedic turned up and 10 minutes later an ambulance arrived.
After a little gas and air, a bit of fiddling with the machine and Steph clinging to me for comfort they managed to get her disconnected from the machine with the needle still in her finger. So then it was off to hospital and four hours later the needle was out. The dressing and bandage are now off, and I have to say there isn't much to see.

Then on Thursday morning my Dad witnessed an attempted murder. Definately a case of wrong place wrong time.

On a lighter note I did manage to do some sewing and on Saturday I made this bag.



Then on Sunday morning I went to check on my Quail only to discover that over night one of them had died :-(

So far this week has been okay. I haven't got as much homework done for my C and G course as I would have liked, but we meet tomorrow so that will be a day spent with nice people doing nice things.