Happy WOYWW number #619 and A Froggy Story.

 Hello. its woyww again. Nip To the Stamping Ground, to join in! Well, there isn't that much on mine... So, here's my desk yesterday...here's a picture of the back of an anniversay card I finished (Just in time) for hubby, and then, instead of saying,"here's some flowers," he said "let's go and get some bedding plants from the nursery," so we did. So I've been sorting them out, then I cleared, not tidied, my bench ready for doing this weeks WOYWW and my Wednesday freebie, but!! That scanner again, is being very naughty!  It will only print on the edges. It is old. (so am I, but I don't suddenly stop working in the middle... ok, maybe a leg might go a bit wonky and if I get down to do a bit of weeding I might take forever to get up again, but I'm still working.  Google sez it's mostly likely because it's old, and to do some clean up thingy, probably found in the booklet that came with the said scanner... it's old! The booklet long lost, or recycled.  So, sorry folks there maynot be a freebie this Wednesday... unless I draw straight onto my wacom... and then it might be a bit wobbly. 

John, hubby, had an article printed in a motorbike monthly member's mag, all about how he's rebuilding his dad's, then Uncle's old bike. After a year, and nearly well over thirty years since it was last on the road, he took it out for a drive. So, of course he's written another piece, now that the bike's all shinny and gleaming, seeing how everything was rusty and covered in, I hate to say... rat poo... (he said mice poo in the mag) there was more of the original bike in the bin, so it's a bit of a Trevor's broom really. Anyway, years ago, he would write stuff and I'd draw a silly cartoon to go with it, so of course, he wanted a cartoon done tonight, and this is when I found out...the scanner didn't work...

only our heads were printed

 The printer only prints the sides of the paper.... makes nice book marks though! (the flowery bit of paper)

  I covered another broken chocolate biscuit box to put some stamps in. That's me for now, one last Picture od my Kitchen Work Top this week...Stay Safe!

Pop over to Stamping ground and join in! and before I go....

 Just for Jo and a couple of others....

 The Story of The Love Sick Frog and the Fat Gold Fish    (mentioned in last weeks, WOYWW)

Some years back, our pond had a good many frogs and a few fish, called, The One That Jumps, The One That doesn't, The One That Can't, The one that was Black, The Thin White One That was Orange, The One With The Tail (very pretty) and The Fat Gold One. Up early one morning, I had this 'feeling'  and looked out of the kitchen window, I don't know what made me climb onto the draining board so I could see the pond but I did. Something was wrong. And there was The Fat Gold One, in the pond with her head just peeking out, saying I'm sure, "Help me! Help Me!" Dressed only in my rather furry brown dressing gown, I pulled on my wellies, and quickly ventured out... There was the Fat Fish, literally gasping for breath! And then, she was suddenly pulled under the water with a big splash! Something had grabbed her! And was turning her over and over! There was a slimy greenish arm around her waist! Another one pulled on her head, it's clammy fingers clamped over her right eye! "Help!" gasped the fish again! Quickly I clambered over rockery stones to try and help poor Fat Gold Fish, and then I saw it, as she broke the surface of the water again  to take a breath, there was a very big warty frog clinging to her! I rolled up my very long furry sleeves and tried many times to grab the fish and the frog, but he was hanging on so tightly! I nearly fell in with the fight he put up! "You can't have her! She's mine!" he croaked. I got the fish net and nearly had him, but he leaped out of the pond still holding Fat Gold Fish! and then he dropped her, I was just about to pick her up, when he grabbed her from my fingers and run off round the pond with Fat Gold Fish tucked under his arm! It didn't matter which way I ran around the pond, he'd turn back and charge off still with poor Fat Gold Fish caught tightly under his arm! She didn't look well! I had to save her! There was me, in my furry dressing gown and by now, very wet wellie boots, chasing this frog round and round the pond. I grabbed  the net again and this time, I got him! He wiggled but I forced my fingers in between him and her, it took a while to wrench his tiny little hands from Fat Fish's body, but at last, she was free! The frog swam off... hopefully he found true love in the Iris's... a month later we were over run with tadpoles!   Poor Fat Fish, wasn't well, she was brused about her fins and body, but looked happy once back in the water... The One That Didn't came to say hello. She did lose her balance and would sometimes lie on her side, or nosedive to the bottom. I put a large flat stone in the shallow end so she could rest on it, the right way up. Sometime later, she did pass away, and as always I bought an Azalea and buried her beneath it for good luck. 

Now? who wants to hear the one about 'The Frog Who Could Only Jump in Circles?'