When I got home yesterday evening, Louka said ‘Oooh no, 2012 is the year of the broken bones’. I have to admit my daughter is right and the Chinese got it wrong, completely wrong, it is not the year of the dragon; at least not for our family. Louka broke her arm in January at rugby training, daddy dislocated his collarbone at rugby training in April, and yesterday evening I broke my collarbone as well during rugby! Nevertheless I keep spreading the word rugby is not a rough sport, we all three just had bad luck.
So there will be no sewing for me, at least for a little while and no rugby training. So maybe this is a good time to tidy up the sewing room, I should be capable of that with one arm.