Fat Quarterly Report One. Subtitle: Just for the record.

Having checked in to my swanky hotel with the longest corridors and smallest rooms ever, I showed my new friend Mandy the sights (ahem *cough*cough*) Regent Street,  Liberty and Carnaby Street.

Contrary to popular opinion and expectation there has been no wild behaviour. Me chatting up with the rather gorgeous man on the tube while being serenaded by buskers doing a rather insipid version of 'The Irish Rover' was sheer serendipity.


I have stood on no tables. All other reports and stories should be taken with a really large grain of salt.

However as I am typing my roof has sprung a leak and it seems my shower is now right by the door.

London Baby!

(go on admit it, you totally read that in Joey's voice didn't you?)

 FIVE sleeps and I am hitting 'London Baby!' for a weekend of sewing, squealing, swearing and sitting as it is time for Fat Quarterly 2012.

Of course if I was an organised and competent person I would have everything all packed up and ready to take, my list of classes fully printed out and a fresh set of clean undies for just in case. To date I have one of these but luckily it is the one of which my mother would most definitely approve. I think I am doing the cutting up 100 squares of 2" fabric before sewing to back together class. And the stitchy one. And possibly the cushion cover. I know I have signed up for doing the ironing in our IronMan Challenge (Group 5 I think).

Really really looking forward to seeing a few familiar faces again and  meeting a whole load of new ones.

David's Story - HeadSmart

This is my girl's choir mistress.

She and her son have such an important message to share.

There is the same chance of your children suffering a brain tumour as there is of them getting meningitis.

 We should all be aware. 



As of this week David has been given a month to live.

Elegant, severe, thin and high. My daughter's family.

Under duress my girl wrote out her Spanish revision.

She took her revenge.

It took Babelfish and some squinting (honestly WHO uses a thick felt tip/texta to write out homework?!?!) to decipher it but apparently her father is 

' muy intelligente y simpatico y bastante elegante.' 

Whereas I am 

'alta y un poco severa pero muy divertida.'

 And her brother is 

'un poco molesto y muy delgado.'

George Orwell liveth

It always makes me laugh when I call CK at work to discuss a homelife situation/issue that has arisen and I get 'workspeak' back.

I just updated him about the new gate quote and was told to 'collate all the data and we would discuss it at a convenient point tonight.'