SUNDAY (Actually it's Saturday) - How the days fly past

ITEMS FOR SATURDAY (imagine thinking it is Sunday!)

ROSTER

Roster drawn up by our grandaughter when she asked relatives to feed her cat Stripe while she was on holidays.

SERVIETTE

This undated serviette is from the beautiful Rennie MacIntosh Tea Rooms that Tony and I visited one of the times we were in Glasgow. Click here to get a glimpse of what the Willow Tea Rooms is like

BOOKMARK

You have to look very carefull to see this as it is almost covered by the serviette. Actually it had to do with some kind of competition for Children's Reading Week some years ago.

NOTE 1

This poignant little note is a reminder to me of what time to be at the cemetery for the cremation of my god-daughter's partner in 2009.

PLASTIC BAG

This is marked STROKE COLLECTION and contains a variety of records of when people said nice things to me or about me. Very valuable for raising low spirits by raising self-esteem. I am now deciding that this is going to be kept - why would I recycle this priceless treasure.

LABEL

From a box of 100 DVD discs, probably the ones I bought for copying my art-videos on to. Will have to get around to that task one of these days - or maybe find an unemployed volunteer who would be willing to do this for me.

NOTE 2

Memories of a wonderful day when grandson came to help me do a batch of cooking when Tony was away somewhere in 2007.

NOTE 3

Laundry list which I made out in case anything went missing. Such domestication would only have been possible since this was July, during college holidays

LEAFLET

Daughter and I went to Story-telling event at Farmleigh, the big house in the Phoenix Park where the government entertains dignitaries from abroad, and where the ordinary people are made welcome to numerous events in the course of a year.

NOTE 4
another note about that first Venice trip I did on my own (Tony and I had already visited it in 2002 as part of our world trip.) I notice that at that stage, I was hoping to visit the work of Joost van Santen, but in the end, I never made it. You can see the kind of work he does here.