Frances get's upto 'tricks' (career's words, not mine) as her illness deteriorates, she constantly folds tissues, and tucks them in all maner of places, hundreds of them, draws full, cupboards full.... She also wanders around the nursing home and picking up books or anything that's shiney.... And hids them..
The latest development with her illness is that she has accidents... Several times a day, somewhere in her mind she knows that she shouldn't, but of course she doesn't understand.... So she hids the evidence.... We can't find her knickers, or trousers for that matter, she should have lots and lots.... Yesterday I couln't find a single pair..... So I'm off to town to buy big knickers.. I shall need strong arms... We need lots... There will be a shortage of big pants in Essex...
On a brigher note.. A sailor went to sea, sea, sea..
I'm hooked on bunting, haven't printed this one yet but having fun making the plates.