Once again I seemed to have failed in the photography department on the weekend. As you can imagine it was a dignified affair, lots of quiet sewing and sharing of ideas. Rumours of people line-dancing and swimming laps in their spa are grossly exaggerated.

Tales of busted zips, failed french knots and people finishing their swap projects at the breakfast buffet are also to be taken with a grain of salt.
I met some great people on the weekend,learnt heaps from
stitchers far more experienced than I, ate quite a lot and drank some as well.

and I laughed, and laughed. I snickered, chortled giggled and guffawed for the best part of three days. I laughed loud and long, I clenched the lady muscles at times and I snorted more than once. If the level of exhaustion I feel now directly correlates to the amount of laughing I did on the weekend , then I am happy to feel so tired.

In boring health news, the toothache that doesn't exist is not a sinus problem , the scan showed no problems at all. So we are back at the start, and looking at another visit to the dentist. At my chirpiest I am fine - a few painkillers a day and its all manageable , but at 2am when it wakes me up and I either get up for painkillers or try to go back to sleep I am ready to remove all my teeth with the first kitchen implement that comes to hand.