SableWolf In Bindweed...

Hi, my darling sisters!! * Hugs and cuddles all round, bindweed knickers falling to floor with a slight rustle* Just hurtled back to dear old Blighty from the joys of Bella Italia, and galloped over to the Grove to pounce on you all! *Hitches bindweed pants up, pokes more chocolate into cavernous mouth...*

It's lovely to 'see' you all looking so well, younger and svelte! My own wobbly, cellulite-ridden posterior is taking over the universe, so expect earthquakes when I move to Italy - the redistribution of weight along the Earth's crust may be a tad tricky.

It's been years since I touched an instrument (musical, that is), although I used to play piano, violin, flute, and recorder, or course! I still sing, but now it is usually for serenading my beloved, rather than warbling in the Albert Hall, or crooning Elizabethan madrigals. I am happy to offer my meagre talents, but perhaps it might be better if you left me to make the tea, and buy the chocolate for the after-show party?

Was feeling a little under the weather, so filled my little pot with charcoal and added mugwort, myrrh, styrax, and rose incense, and strode around the house, declaiming:

'Cleanse my hearth!

Cleanse my home!

Bring back my health,

And make me strong!'

The smoking contents of the pot and the little spell really worked - I started to feel more like myself again, and ate a cake. Once I had sewn the seam of one of my bindweed knickers ( bulging buttocks are NOT nice), I felt rather good, and positively witchy, in a wolfy sort of way. Just thought I'd pass it on, if ever any of you feels the urge to have a go... : ))

Until the next time, sweet sisters of the Willow... XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX