Poor Sally Singer, sitting in a corner. She rattled and groaned when I was finishing the cushions back in November and I have been meaning to take her to the sewing machine doctor, but I somehow just forgot about her. Then I spotted her this morning, sitting under her dusty cover, waiting patiently to be fixed and my heart just about broke. She is only a sewing machine, but I love her to bits. I am sorry Sally. Mr Big will be taking you to the sewing centre next week and hopefully you will come home good as new .