The joy of a new hole punch!

 Yes, a new hole pinch makes all the difference to my slightly COD.

We tend to keep all paperwork, as we never know what we will be asked for here in Cyprus.

My trusty Woolworth red punch finally said goodbye and went off to the hole punch city in the sky.

I have been feeling really mean and tight fisted recently, probably  down to being brain washed about how the world is going to end due to the British government’s inability to sort out their thingies from their wotsits. I digress. 

I could not bring myself to file anything which may not be in line with other paperwork.

But worry not,  in the supermarket the other day I purchased two exciting gifts for Mr. D’s kitchen.  A new multi purpose grater with six different sides, all doing something different.  And - wait for it - a jar of Branson pickle.  Oh, seventh heaven.  So I felt I deserved a little treat,  mmmm, what would make me happy?  I know, a hole punch.

All is well with the world and having a test run today, it now sits in pride of place on the desk.

Oh, joy

Having had two teeth out on Tuesday and feeling a bit shell shocked it was just the tonic I needed.  With a tiny gin with ice and fresh lemon from a tree which overhangs our garden.

Speaking of which…. Yea as.

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