Don't fret!

Hi friends, apologies for the total lack of content for the blog yesterday, been up to my ankles in organizing the Charity Fire-walking event ( and if you think that's shallow? I went in head first! :)) 
So we are nearly ready for the biggest event Claydon has seen ooooh in 6 months! No I'm kidding , we are breaking new ground as there has never been a FIRE-WALK here at Claydon, but this is just the beginning! 

Of course, yours truly is going to do this, so next week there will be an image of me toasting my pinkies for a great cause ( TPRF) Maybe even a video ! 
The craft fair is almost booked up and the decorating has begun, halted only slightly by my being unfit for duty for the last few days, could nothing more than lay on the sofa nursing my head! Anyway, thankfully I'm on the mend and will be out there looking after everyone on the day. 
You DO know it's this Sunday? 
 My lovely Sunday girl Ella, who has kept this afloat for me while I have been otherwise engaged, was at an all day rehearsal for her play yesterday so I told her everything was taken care of ( okay I lied a little) But she could relax and will be somewhat compensated when she sees this. :)
 The gallery has also had a complete face lift and I am in preparation for the many people who asked me about classes. I have a list ( you know who you are) and will be in touch shortly with dates and times , etc.
 Okay so this was just to touch base and keep you all posted, there will be H=U=G=E content next week, promise! 


This weeks humor.
Remember you don't need a parachute to skydive,
you only need a parachute to skydive  twice!

Greek Tomato Garden: An old Greek lived alone in Melbourne.   He wanted to plant his annual  tomato garden, but it was very difficult work, as the ground was hard. His only son, Jimmy, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament: Dear Dimitry, I am feeling pretty sad, because it looks like I won't be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. I know if you were here my troubles would be over..   I know you would be happy to dig the plot for me, like in the old days. Love, Baba A few days later he received a letter from his son. Dear Baba, Don't dig up that garden. That's where the bodies are buried. Love, Jimmy At 4 a.m. the next morning, the local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left. That same day the old man received another letter from his son. Dear Baba, Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now.   That's the best I could do under the circumstances. Love you, Jimmy

 

have a great rest of the week! big hugs Lucinda