Wendy Reynolds
@wendles1967
Fat, middle-aged guinea pig servant. UK Further Education data wrangler. Crafter of adorable little costumes for sourdough starters. Mostly here to read rather than post. She/her, plus perhaps a light sprinkling of they/them as an occasional treat.
[sternly] Shiny, my sweet, my babe, my dude, my very dear friend, this is the Wagging Finger of Authority reminding you it's Right and Proper to give your corporeal form a break.
I will probably not be bringing teeny tiny teacups on the 2027 tour because they're Just Too Fiddly; but I am quite unreasonably pleased with this one.
Magic is happening in my kitchen, presided over by the inestimable @alasdairstuart.bsky.social and @margueritekenner.bsky.social. MAGIC, I TELL YOU.
It seemed important this evening to take a break from crocheting little vegetables, to knock together a dice instead.
"... which keeps My suspect edifice upright in air, As Atlas did the sky." (From 'Atlas' by U A Fanthorpe, which Greg had his best man read to me at our wedding.)
My ridiculous crochet vegetables took second prize at the Fulford Show. 😂 (My cherry lace wasn't placed, even though it's a lot more technically impressive.)
It's a tossup between Watership Down and Silent Running; but if we count 16 as a child then I'd have to say Threads. Yeah, *definitely* Threads.
He raised Bandit into a hefty and confident adult, like the good Uncle he was.
My little man Onion's days of begging for pea flakes are over. 😥 The best pig.
Argh! Distant hugs and MWAH from the tiny emotional support vegetables.
I don't always bother faffing about with putting organza bags all over the cherry tree to stop the birds scoffing the lot, but I'm glad I did this year because *look* how lush!
Mull pulled out all the stops for our last swim at Calgary before heading home tomorrow.
Sending you some Mull coolth. (Oh look, I accidentally caught a flock of little birdies going past!)
Unexpected sun today, so we got another sea swim. Pleased to report that the Atlantic Fucking Ocean is still jolly bracing, but lovely once the extremities have numbed sufficiently.
Today was a good day, because I swam* in the Atlantic. *Also swore and shouted and cursed a LOT on the way in (and especially when the first waves broke over my shoulders) because, again, Atlantic Fucking Ocean and 11 degrees C felt pretty bracing.
Sorry, I rather bypassed your actual question didn't I. I wouldn't want to lean on anything less sturdy than a solid handle like mine, for more than a few minutes. I had to stand for 40 minutes at a funeral earlier this year, and my arms and back were painful for a fortnight.
Back on my bullshit. (This is @kameronhurley.com's fault for posting a picture that alerted me to the fact that cauliflowers also come in purple.) ((PURPLE!!))