Another holiday was a mix of my 20s son and daughter and 2 friends and child driving to a villa in Tuscany. On arrival my daughter decided she wanted to get used to driving the big suv and set off.
Half an hour later she phoned to say the signs were pointing to Florence and how would she get back. I didn't even know our address but luckily one of the boys was able to talk her back.
Belfast another appalling attack, we need to ask what is driving this.
Why am I losing my sewing mojo? Things seem more difficult now than when I was a beginner sewer!


Ended up spending nearly twelve hours at Heathrow sorting it all out and missing the first evening we’d planned around the Trevi Fountain. The whole day felt wasted, and dinner turned into a packet of crisps from a vending machine. Since then I always triple-check flight dates the night before travelling.