Dear Sir Recently I purchased a Monday from your catalogue. I have found that it doesn't appear to be working correctly. On opening the package this morning, I found the Monday seemed used, and shop soiled. After removing it from the box, and using it for several hours, it seems to become slower and slower, suffering an inappropriate amount of lag. I also discovered, those who stood near to the Monday seemed to suffer more than average stupidity, as if the Monday emitted harmful rays of some kind. By the afternoon, the Monday seemed to slow time as a black hole absorbs light. I have repackaged the Monday and enclose it for a full refund. Or an exchange for a Nice Tuesday. Or a cup of coffee and a cuddle. Yours faithfully chelle.

"I still want to be friends" how many times have you heard that after a failing/failed relationship... "Can't we still be friends?" .. how many times have I used that myself, actually, not that often because basically what i mean is.. go away this is too hard, but i dont want to feel bad about it. I want you to just, disappear into the background, make my life easier to deal with, because I won't have to deal with the hurt of it. oh oh or the other thing.. "it's not you, it's me" .. no that means its actually you... i don't want you. I don't want to tell you I don't like your company anymore, I don't want to tell you the new person is more fun than you, or more suited to me than you were.. I don't want to tell you you aren't good enough for me. .. that I am no longer attracted to you... that now, after all this time, that I got to know you, and I don't want to know anymore. I don't want to look into your face and see that you still love me through my eyes that no longer care. And the signs I sent, the signals, that you were supposed to pick up on, so I wouldn't have to spell it out in black and white in the end. The avoidence. The lack of availablity. The closing off of contact and limiting of information.. how can you be so thick as to not have picked up on those clever yet subtle trails of crumbs i left for you? But then you drifted away. Then you didn't complicate my new relationship with memories of the past your presence always brought. Then, after the initial flush of new love had faded a little, I looked up, and you had actually gone. I realised I hadn't heard from you or of you for some time, for weeks, months. And, I thought.. where are you� So I go looking for you. And I find you. You are still the same person I didn't want 8 months ago, still the same person I hurt, still the same person who saved me, and I find I am telling you I still care. I still want you in my life. I send you sweet things, words, pictures. To keep the contact strong enough to hold you until the next time I am feeling alone, or lonely, or in need. And I expect you to be there. And you will be. You always are. Until I don't need you again, until the next time I do. This makes me insensitive, and selfish, controlling. And you soft, and vunerable, confused. . . and.. a fool.

I have a twinge of regret i didn't discover sewing quilts earlier. My grandmother was a seamstress, and she was so happy that i had discovered quilting, because i was the first of her children (7 of them) or her grandchildren (9 of them) *great grandchildren not counting at this stage* to have shown an interest. She and I really only touched on some of the ideas and techniques before she died. I am a bit sad about that. But then, we had what we had and i am very happy for it. People were very surprised that i didn't want her thimble after she passed away. My brother did, and I knew that. He said he remembered sitting there while she sewed, and he remembered the thimble. So it meant so much more to him than me. I remembered her iridescent blue broach. She told me it was a butterfly wing. Its so beautiful. I have it now. That and four metal buttons and her button tin that belonged to her mother before her. I remembered sorting and playing endlessly with her buttons. I was always kind of wary of my Grandmother. I loved her. I know that. But i was never, close to her in a physical way. She was not a cuddling grandmother. she had far too much to do. But i respected her and loved her. My Grandfather was the star in my sky, besides my lovely father of course. He was and is such a great wonderful man. Always always has time for me. Never ever went anywhere that i wasn't able to go with him. I think i have spent more time with my grandfather than with my mother. I love him dearly.