K had a very sad disaster a couple of nights ago. She managed to burn a hole in Emily, a treasured elephant microwaveable wheatbag, by leaving her too close to (on?) her bedside light. She didn't want a new one, she wanted Emily. Emily who stank and had a scorch mark on her back and a hole with very burnt edges. I said I'd see what we could do and emptied the once pleasantly lavendar-smelling, now distinctly malodourous contents of her body into the bin through the small scorched hole. This afternoon K took matters into her own hands and cut away the problem areas of her back, stuffed her with some stuffing we happened to have in and added some pretty patches for good measure.
M's sewing came about due to illness; not hers but a friend's. She was supposed to go just across the road yesterday while K was at Brownies to play. The arrangement had been made because M is extremely sad and quite angry because she can't start Brownies until September, even though she is now 7, due to numbers. When I had a phone call saying that A, her friend, wasn't feeling very well and wasn't up to having a friend to play, M was very disappointed. Fortunately a trip to the park, just the two of us, cheered her up somewhat. Today she appeared having made A a present because she'd been poorly, so we delivered it this afternoon along with a 'Baby Herman' (friendship cake starter). Here's the little dog she made.
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