So much to show you, but today, everything has to be put on hold, for the RNLI (the lifeboat).
This morning we were woken in the wee small hours (three a.m.) by an urgent buzzzzzing sound, as Hugo's pager, that alerts him to lifeboat launches, hopped about urgently on the bedside table.
When his pager goes off, Hugo stops everything, (as a volunteer for the lifeboat), and makes his way as fast as possible to the lifeboat house.
(Apparently another volunteer was having a bath the other day, when his pager went off, and he literally shot out of the bath, threw his clothes on without drying himself, and arrived at the lifeboat station soaked through, but ready for a launch).
So off Hugo went, and I drifted back to sleep.
When I woke up to the alarm, Hugo hadn't returned, so I knew it was a serious call. And it was, very. Hugo called me on his mobile to report that they were among many vessels searching for the body of a boy in the North Sea, because a ferry had ploughed into a fishing boat and sunk it. There were two people on board, the fisherman, and a sixteen year old boy. The fisherman survived, but the boy didn't.
After about twelve hours searching for the boy's body, it still hasn't been found. The police have been brought in, and the ferry taken back to Edinburgh for the whole matter to be investigated, and the accident has been reported in the news.
They both look dog tired, don't they? Ellie hasn't been at sea searching for a body though, she's been for walkies, had some carrot and a chew for lunch, and had a bit of beauty sleep, which might not sound busy to you and me, but may well sound tiring to other doggies, with equally tough lives.
Hmmmm, I'm just trying not to dwell on the tragedy of the boy, still lost at sea, and his horrible death. It's tragic. Must try not to think about it, and his family, whose lives will never be the same again.
I don't think I'll talk about my Fair Isle dress and it's progress just now. I was going to show it to you on Wednesday, but I was so tired, I went to bed. I missed my knitting group meeting on Wednesday evening, which is quite simply unheard of, I never, ever miss it, unless I'm away on holiday, so that shows how tired I was.
I've been reading all your supportive comments about my prints, and want to say a big thank you for all the lovely things you said, I would love to be able to reply to each and every one of you, but I can't quite keep up with my time management at the moment, I'm ever so sorry. I'll let you know when the full selection is finally in my etsy shop.
There's nothing quite like pets to come home to after a traumatic event is there? Just giving them a cuddle and seeing their tails wagging is soothing. Of course, Ellie and Douglas's excitement at seeing Hugo on his return, was absolutely nothing to do with the chicken he brought home with him.
Well, I'm going to pootle off now, or "puff" off, as I once heard a two year old announce as she left the room, which sounds ever so charming, don't you think? Have a lovely weekend, and I shall see you on Monday, fresh as a daisy hopefully. Love Vanessa xxx