Times have been hard for Maurice and myself of late.
Our relationship has been on icy ground, literally.
Over the last few weeks I have neglected him, due to the cold weather.
My little oil filled radiator just hasn't been up to the job of transforming Maurice from what can only be described as an ice box, into what he used to be, a cozy little retreat.
Here in Manchester, shocking as this may be, it has actually warmed up a little (or maybe I have a temperature). This morning, Maurice and I have reunited. It was a beautiful moment, even if I did ruin it by wearing my scruffy joggers.
I thought I would celebrate our moment of glory with a few snippets of Maurice.
Snippets only, due to the need for a Spring sort out of quite serious proportions.
It does seem, that when Maurice and I get together, I become a lot more inspired and (praise the lord ) a bit more productive.
I have just paid 'Mothers Sweat Shop' a visit with an order for half a dozen black and white striped sweaters. This critter is a real bad-un.
He makes Mr Fox look like a bit of a Nancy.
Mr Raccoon is 'on the run'.
Thanks for reading. x