Last night did not go to plan. Chloe "popped over to borrow a pattern", which involved me having to spend an hour telling her how to follow the instructions, which include pictures, for a pattern rated "easy". It's a dress. Seven bits of fabric, sew the edges together and sew the shoulders. Something like eight seams and it's wearable. She ( Read more... )

I don't know what else to do. I've been looking for jobs and getting no interviews. And let's face it, I'm crap at what I do. It doesn't engage my interest. It's utterly pointless. It's catering to fat executives whose flights cost three times my monthly salary because the cheaper option means they'll "miss a Norwich football match ( Read more... )