didn't go quite to plan!

I haven't sold a single piece of braid.  I should take heart, that this is not because people didn't love them.  I am quite sure that they would have, if they had the opportunity to see them. 

It is because of (that wonderful phrase) circumstances outside of our control.

I am back home - well have been at home since Saturday evening.  This meant that our weekend re-enactment lasted less than twenty-four hours.

We got there, set up camp, had a lovely pub tea and settled round the fire of an evening of song, chat and beer.  Follwing this bed.  Sleeping under canvas is never going to be great, especially on the first night, especially when Skipton's church has a newly restored clock which chines every quarter.

Well it rained, and some how the rain found its way in to our tent and under our palliasse (beds).  So we set about drying them. Not a problem.  The call came to move cars.  Problem.  Mine refused to do anything other than play the radio! 

So, while I called the AA (who were ABSOLUTELY wonderful) Si packed the tent et al back  into the car.  Thought we should in case it turned out to be terminal and needed to be toed home.  Or if the car started, really didn't want to stop it until getting home. 

Car now only starts by lifting the bonnet, and placing a wire on part of the battery!  Going to call garage tomorrow - for proper fix.

So, spent yesterday watching the grand-prix - the irony of that isn't lost on me!

Now I am going to console myself with some much needed crochet time.  There is a pattern that I have been waiting to try out.  Now I have the time.

See not all bad.  Could always be worst.

Ps - if you know anyone who wants to buy sixty friendship braids...