>Ms Quilting Mojo has been back in residence for a while, so I kinda half expected it, and yup, this weekend her sister Spinning Mojo turned up after an absence of almost exactly a year.
Not a word have I heard from her since the end of the Tour De Fleece last year, but let her get the slightest hint that those cute-little-bottoms-in-tight-lycra are about to hit the pavements [ not too literally please] of France and Belgium, et voila, there she is … on the doorstep … expecting to be allowed some space on the couch in front of the fire.
Seriously, why do I tolerate this type of behaviour ?
Same as last year:
Not a note
Not a phonecall
Not so much as a postcard
For all I knew she was lying in a ditch somewhere
Ms Charlotte Sheridan [ who obviously has a more forgiving nature than I do ] welcomed her back with open … ahh … bobbinsYes, I know I should be grateful that she’s back in the fold, obviously healthy and unharmed …
which is more of my ‘Big Bag O’ Alpaca from the Op Shop’