Even though I am not a granny (long way off yet I suspect) I find myself strangely drawn to doing crochet. Our crochet trio met again today and I was amazed to find that although I have the memory of a goldfish, it seems that one crochet partner has the memory of a flea. Crocheting relies heavily on counting; everything is balanced and symmetrical, but this requires concentration to ensure you are doing the right thing in the right place. For someone with my slapdash approach this is challenging, but if you can't remember if you just chained 3 stitches, this makes conversations a touch repetitive (How many trebles next?) Fortunately it is also hilarious.
Our conversation also hovered around the subject of mothers & Alzheimers - looking back I feel that is somewhat ironic.
So today I finally got to Tell the vicar, who is a wonderful but busy person. Her husband was packing her bag into the car as I arrived, undeterred I pushed on with the Telling and actually got a lot covered. I shall be giving a talk in the Church next September, hopefully an inspirational one leading to much interest and many donations.
I also Told the chap who runs the newsagents, who helpfully suggested facebook & twitter. But my little-old-lady-look belies my abilities - I have already have those covered! If I want a donation he suggested that I contact the head office, but his tone and expression did not engender much hope. Nevertheless I shall pursue it - fundraising is not for the fainthearted.
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