It's been sent
I've just got back from taking my wallhanging to the pub.
Yes, I did mean pub, place where beer is served.
Don't worry, it didn't have a drink or anything like that: our village doesn't have a post office, so three times a week a lady from the Post Office comes to the pub and sets up a temporary PO counter for the morning.
So I took my carefully wrapped wallhanging over there, and handed it over to the vagaries of the postal system, and paid the expensive, guarenteed next-day-delivery charge and left it.
1 comment:
Wow, well done. It looks great. Isn't it a wierd feeling going out with your quilt and coming home without it. Oh that has really made my day.
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