Stitch This

To my sofa. I’ve been out tonight. I’m shattered but still here. Always here. Don’t want to give in I suppose. Anyway, two points:

Firstly, it’s worth keeping up with old friends. I was so going to cry off tonight but I’m glad I didn’t. ‘she sells sanctuary’ on the way there set me up for an evening of gassing. All good.

Then a bit of Twit(ter) to slightly stretch the grey matter – I’ve had positive comments on my post yesterday, I continue to wonder at Man’s simplistic reactions to an enormously complex problem.

Don’t like it? Go on strike. Doesn’t fix a thing.