Last post cupcakes, this post eggs! This is turning into a cookery blog! Not really. This is Mr 9's egg that he got in the kitchen after he tripped and faceplanted it. It came up so quickly, we were quite astonished. He was sure he had concussion (he didn't) and was sure he wouldn't be able to go to sleep because it hurt so much (he did). Today the egg is but a shadow of it's former self, but it has developed quite a good bruise so Mr 9 is pretty happy with his war wound. Funny how much boys love war wounds. He is really desperate to have a broken bone I think. Well, not a broken bone so much as a cast. He's in the wrong family. Eight kids over 26 years, two broken bones. They're not good odds.
I have been sewing ties. Off and on. Well, more off than on I guess. Tomorrow is sewing day at picklesticks house. I will be sewing ties. Possibly. (No, really, I will!)