I'm sorry to mess you about, but the thing is I have decided to discontinue the two art blogs, The Ramshackle Art Gallery and The Artful Little Sketchbook. I haven't been giving them any of my time for a while, and to be honest they seem quite pointless, because this blog is all about my life and what happens here at Speckled Wood. All my artistic creations come onto this blog anyway, so the other two seem to me to be unnecessary and redundant.
Did you know this place I live is called Speckled Wood? Unofficially of course, I mean it isn't registered under that name. I just thought it was a good name because the Speckled Wood butterfly is the first butterfly I see in the early spring. The butterfly is so named because it's brown and yellow colouring blends in so well with the sun shining through the leafy trees.
Muriel was supposed to be meeting our elderly neighbour Peggy at the bottom of the driveway where they would catch the bus into the city and do some shopping.
With just a few minutes until the bus was due Muriel was becoming concerned that Peggy had not yet appeared. When she saw the bus appear over the top of the hill she knew that Peggy would not be in time to catch it, and knowing how out of character this was, Muriel decided to let the bus go past. She was now extremely concerned and went to Peggy's house to find out what was going on.
There was no sign of Peggy downstairs so Muriel shouted up the stairs, "Are you there Peggy?"
"Aye Muriel. Thank heavens ye've come. I'm needing help."
Muriel quickly went upstairs to the bedroom and found Peggy sitting half dressed on the edge of her bed, looking pale, distressed and in floods of tears.
"What is it Peggy?" asked Muriel, "whatever is the matter dear?"
"I canna' walk, my legs won't work. I think I've had a stroke Muriel. I'm paralysed." Peggy sobbed.
It was while Muriel was lifting Peggy's legs up onto the bed to make her more comfortable that she noticed something odd. "Oh Peggy," she said laughing with relief, "No wonder ye canna walk. Ye've not had a stroke at all. Ye've put both your feet into the same leg of your knickers!"
Oh well this true little tale sounded funny to me when Muriel, my Mum, told me it. But then again she always did tell a good story. Maybe that's where I get it from?