We had a little do in St Day on Sunday. Took 180 bags, made 9 and gave them all out.
Beattie was doing one of her choirs while I was left in charge of the stall. It was rather windy and I spent a lot of time chasing escaping bags. It is astonishing what the wind does to the threading on hand cranks which reduced output too.
Discovered a bit too late I was on the bombing run for the local seagull, unpleasant, but damage was not too bad!
Supper with the choir after, better food than you would expect too.
Talking of gifts from above, my son’s girlfriend in Vietnam has just reported her office is being deluged by kittens from above. Three so far and counting. Apparently is is quite a normal thing there.