The Automatic Cwap Machine

Sneezed myself awake on Valentine's day.
He forced me to go for a walk through the park and I invented the automatic cwap machine to pass the time, in honour of the time I was at nursery and told the helper that there was a cwap in there, which surprised her.
I did not stop babbling about the special machine which transmogrifies food and drink into cwap and wee for the rest of the day, even Jof ran away to avoid it.
We recently inherited a tapestry frame from Obscure Cousin Margaret so Jof found a new home for it. 'Make' and the Craft Kitchen fills a little warehouse on Fratton Road opposite the mosque I visited a couple of weeks ago and they were very grateful (if a little confused) to be given an 'Anchor' brand vintage wooden frame but it goes well with their 'Singer' brand vintage sewing machines and big piles of wool that Jof isn't allowed to buy until she's used up the 7 boxes of wool she inherited from Nanna, currently filling our loft. We actively enjoy making the effort to place our unusual items with deserving recipients (at no cost) to avoid scrapping them. Like the modern pubs with retro pseudo-antiques stuck to the walls, this sewing and haberdashery drop-in centre has many groovy throwbacks to yester-year placed throughout, and Jof said it is the kind of place she wanted to open, but she may have had too much chocolate at that point.

Later I watched Wreck-it Ralph again and sang to my Minecraft. As I may not go out of the house until Tuesday, we washed my shoes. They are the sort that have the LED lights that flash when you run, and I note that the Cricket World Cup is using bails with the same embedded technology.
Later I chose 'Eraser' as my Saturday night film, I was going to choose 'Alien' but Jof was indahaus so we settled on 'Last Action Hero' again and pigged on luxury fish pie and a pre-punishment bowl of 4 fruits before we accessed the chocolate box.