...but not on the floor. Ah yes, gentle reader, there laying in wait on the tile in the wet area of the classroom was an escaped fresh spring onion scrap...causing this teacher to skid on it with those pretty shoes, fly up in the air, and luckily, not land in a crash on her back, but rather a bizzare contortion of movements with a balletic rearrangement of the splayed left leg...
and in sheer shock, (and tai-chi fitness,)bounce right up again, thank God. Ha ha Spring Onion - no walking frame yet! Foiled!We even managed to laugh ourselves silly, all of us, after I had established that, no really, I was fine!!
So, I am now working on this little textile piece, making it more...um..onionish...
And the philosophy? Pride goes before a fall.... What do you do when you have to wear yuck footwear? Head north to the top of your head. Make yourself feel good with a brand new haircut.

...and hope nothing falls on your head.




To see her here makes me chase my tail with happiness. It's been fun, and a little oasis from the family stuff where Dad is very frail in so very many ways. Their move is complete. More later. Such beautiful comments you left recently. Thank you so much.
