Well, here I am sitting looking at a blank page, with an equally blank mind. The last time I made a diary entry it read, "Today John Barns gave me his pencil. I wonder if he likes me?" Things like that are important when you are 11 years old.
New to this blogging thing - spent most of yesterday with dear, patient Melanie who showed me the ropes, and now I am learning as I go.
I named my blog 'One Pair of Hands' in honour of my mother, who, born with one hand damaged pre birth,with three fingers missing, nevertheless reared a sturdy brood of six, making all our clothes, cooking all our meals, and in her spare time (what spare time?) doing all the things in my profile and playing the piano to boot. So often I heard her say, when yet another demand was made of her, "You'll have to wait a bit, I've only got one pair of hands." In fact she had less than that. A hard act to follow. The word 'can't' came from another language for her; one she didn't understand.
So, if there's one thing I've learned from her and have always believed, its that you never know what you can do until you try and it's never too late to find out.
So here we go. Let's see how I get on.
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