tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981786.post-54197398005612926662008-01-14T09:29:00.000-05:002008-01-14T09:48:24.669-05:00Sometimes one just has nothing to talk about. No FOs, no interesting new projects, not even a stupendous Random Act of Stupidity. Sounds like a fabulous way to begin a new year, doesn't it? So because I am feeling like such a boring lump of nothingness at the moment, I have decided to honour Sylvia The Bingo Lady. Now that I have typed the name, I am having doubts that Sylvia is actually her name. I <span style="font-style:italic;">think</span> it is. I'm pretty sure it starts with an "S" anyway. Let's just call her Sylvia, shall we?<br /><br />My connection to Sylvia The Bingo Lady is a distant one but I will try to explain it briefly without boring anyone silly. My daughters are competitive gymnasts, and as a fundraiser their team hosts a charity bingo at a local bingo hall every other week. My husband, a jovial sort of fellow who always seems to hit it off with senior ladies, is a regular member of the bingo crew. He and Sylvia became fast friends a couple of years ago when he gave her a hug because she hadn't had a good hug since her husband had died. Since then Sylvia has tried to keep track of his bingo shifts so that she can collect her hugs and repay him with yummy baking. And then yesterday she brought these for our daughters, along with a heap of assorted squares and butter tarts. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xQDenaKqRaQ/R4t0wjKFLeI/AAAAAAAAACU/OSWHTpE-ikk/s1600-h/IM000173.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xQDenaKqRaQ/R4t0wjKFLeI/AAAAAAAAACU/OSWHTpE-ikk/s400/IM000173.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155342575875730914" /></a><br /><br />Wasn't that sweet? Somehow she even managed to hit on their favourite colours. I have to confess to the usual knitter's weakness for handmade gifts and in gratitude am willing to offer up the husband's services for as many hugs (or whatever) Sylvia might require. I'm enjoying the baking too.Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04636092577961442243noreply@blogger.com