Rusty nails in blog revival...
Now, what is it about a rusty nail that makes me so excited?
And how can a scruffy old wooden box - found at a steam fair junk sale on Sunday - make my heart pound a little bit faster?
And how is it that two small shoe lasts from the same junk dealer NEEDED to come with me to the Swenglish house?
What has my life come to when I am nearly sobbing with delight over my new laptop, unwrapped five minutes ago and already glued to the palms of my hands...?
It must be the blogging bug that is holding my common sense captive, the junk junkie in me demanding more room and the blog addict whispering help, help from the silence of a laptopless (now there is an interesting-looking word...) home...
The Swenglish bird is back. And I have a lot of blog reading to catch up on.