Friday, 24 October 2008

Frustration is..........

You know your parcel has been sent from the States, you have the date and the tracking number and then day by day you watch for its progress, hopefully to your front door. I think it must go via Singapore, New Zealand and Iceland but they don't tell you that bit. But when the latest update from your tracking number search says
Bullet Attempted Delivery Abroad, October 24, 2008, 12:16 pm, GREAT BRITAIN
Bullet At Foreign Delivery Unit, October 24, 2008, 1:10 am, GREAT BRITAIN
Bullet Out of Foreign Customs, October 23, 2008, 6:50 am, GREAT BRITAIN
Bullet Into Foreign Customs, October 22, 2008, 3:34 pm, GREAT BRITAIN
Bullet Arrived Abroad, October 22, 2008, 1:22 pm, GREAT BRITAIN
Bullet International Dispatch, October 19, 2008, 3:14 am, ISC SAN FRANCISCO (USPS)
Bullet Electronic Shipping Info Received, October 15, 2008
Bullet Shipment Accepted; October 15, 2008, 4:03 pm, DELTA, UT 84624

Yes, it said attempted delivery! Was this by telepathy because there were no deliveries here today, not a peak, or a note, or a van, anywhere near? "I Know 'Cos I Was There", as Max Boyce said.

And tomorrow I am out all day, not just all day but all night too, helping to raise funds for St Peter's Hospice, nr Bristol.

When it arrives I will show you what I won for my efforts in Scrap Pink event, raising money for a cancer charity in memory of Susan G Komen.

Just found an item on this blog, belladia. It shows an illustration from the book "A Child's Garden of Verses" by Robert Louis Stevenson. This book was an absolute favourite of mine as a child and the illustrations ingrained into my being. I loved many of the verses, some being, The Land of Story Book, From a Railway Carriage and Bed in Summer. The version I saw today had illustration by Brian Wildsmith, I found it here on Amazon.

How bright and cheerful is this illustration.


It made me feel I wanted to do this, I wanted to illustrate these wonderful verses of my childhood for myself. Maybe I could make my own scrapbook version. Hold that thought.

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