A Puppy Called George
Bec’s Christmas present last year was a sewing machine, apparently needed so that she doesn’t keep having to pay to get all her new trousers taken up.
To learn how to use it she decided that some soft toys would be a good introduction. The fool! And after a fair bit of head scratching by both of us to work out just how all the bits fit together we end up with George the puppy! Why George? I haven’t been told a reason if there is one… But it filled in Bec’s Sunday, and I have to say I was very impressed with her dedication and lack of cursing!
And I like George. He’s actually quite cute, and I’ve told her she can’t give him away! Oh and the sewing looks good too!
