Thinking of you

Hi Everyone, I hope Easter has been a good one even under these trying times. Thankfully the weather was wonderful, as we would have wanted for a drive out or a visit to the sea, instead why was more cleaning and washing on the agenda?

I didn't even work on a card. BUT, I also did some reading that filled my time outside in the sun, we are so lucky, I think of people in a flat /apartment with no outside space, my heart goes out to them one and all. Hubby decided to clean the fascias of our bungalow, I was so sorry I couldn't help, my Kindle was too heavy to put down. Bless him.

My card today is one I just tried out as a quick time waster and I'm happy enough with it to share with you.

stamps - magazine freebies - Simply Cards & Papercraft

stamped with Distress inks, the ink spread around a little

sequins - stash

I have a joke for you today, that was sent to me, it's anonymous, so can't give credit I'm sorry, but I thought it too good not to show you.

EDIT

I have had a comment added where the author has read my blog and has asked for her poem to be acknowledged, I am VERY happy to announce that the poem  is by Jaybee. Jan Beaumont Auckland, NZ. I have no link apart from this one. However I can thank her for the wonderful poem that I have posted below. Wonderful writing and putting into words so many of us have felt. 
Thank you Jaybee

I'm normally a social girl

I love to meet my mates

But lately with the virus here

We can't go out the gates.

You see, we are the 'oldies' now

We need to stay inside

If they haven't seen us for a while

They'll think we've upped and died 

They'll never know the things we did

Before we got this old

There wasn't any Facebook

So not everything was told.

We may seem, sweet old ladies,

Who would never be uncouth

But we grew up in the 60s -

If you only knew the truth!

There was sex and drugs and rock 'n roll

The pill and miniskirts

We smoked, we drank, we partied

And were quite outrageous flirts.

Then we settled down, got married

And turned into someone's mum,

Somebody's wife, then nana,

Who on earth did we become?

We didn't mind the change of pace

Because our lives were full

But to bury us before we're dead

Is like a red rag to a bull!

So here you find me stuck inside

For 4 weeks, maybe more

I finally found myself again

Then I had to close the door!

It didn't really bother me

I'd while away the hour

I'd bake for all the family

But I've got no bloody flour!

Now Netflix is just wonderful

I like a gutsy thriller

I'm swooning over Idris

Or some random sexy killer.

At least I've got a stash of booze

For when I'm being idle

There's wine and whiskey, even gin

If I'm feeling suicidal!

So let's all drink to lockdown

To recovery and health

And hope this bloody virus

Doesn't decimate our wealth.

We'll all get through the crisis

And be back to join our mates

Just hoping I'm not far too wide

To fit through the flaming gates!

Anon