And so to the craft posse...
More machines than a sweat shop, scissors akimbo and shut, stashes shared and cut.
Loz's eyesight failing from poor lighting.
Sustenance only an arm's reach away. Check out Suse's muffins!
Enthusiam and bad joke telling. (Not entirely Mrs Smith's fault ... she just always laughs so it just spurs me on on to new heights of bad humour)