Last week I bought a little sewing kit for $2.50. It has needles, thread, scissors, safety pins, buttons as well as some other things I don’t know what to do with. It was a satisfying buy I tell you what but the satisfaction of such a bargain was no where near enough to prepare me for the satisfaction of sewing up some of my ripped clothes tonight. Boy o boy is that satisfying. And fun too. Although what a little, old couple Martin and I would have looked like tonight, 9.30 drinking a cuppa, him asleep me sewing and listening to my new favourite Brett Dennen