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Sewing all those buttons took me a LONG time. I'm pleased with the result, even if the heart is a bit wonky. It's a present for a family friend, so I doubt she'll mind. Going to start another one soon for my mother. After that, if I can bear to sew any more, I'll make one for me.
It's just occurred to me, looking at that photo, that I bought the material last September. It's taken me over a year to dye the calico, cut it to shape, sew it together and decorate it with buttons. I really like making things, but gosh it takes a long time for me to get anything done.
In other news, I went to see the new Bond film last Friday, as James wanted to see it the day it was released. I could say a lot about it, but in short: it's not as good as the last one, borrows too much from the Bourne films, has no decent Bond girl (apart from M, if she counts) and Daniel Craig is best when he says least.
Over the weekend I went home to spend some time with my mother, and had a lovely time walking with her, catching up on all the news and getting cosy with our cat and dog. I like being home and really enjoy visiting, although I know it would drive me crazy to live there now. I like having my own space.
Work has been quiet this week because it's reading week for the students, so only a few diligent lecturers and music students have been in to use the rooms. Instead, I have a long-running saga on my hands involving a Hungarian woman who is hosting a talk on Thursday and is OBSESSIVELY PARANOID that something is going to go wrong with her room booking or her tech set up, but instead of contacting someone within the music department, she has got my number instead and rings me up all the time for long, repetitive conversations, most of which involve me responding (in my head) "It's not my job, tell someone who cares!"
Actually, I do care that this woman gets what she needs, but I find her very difficult to talk to because she doesn't shut up long enough for me to tell her that her imaginary problems don't exist, and if she let me get off the phone I could solve the issues that do exist and make everything okay. I'm really tempted to hide when she visits on Thursday for her talk, but no, she needs help using the photocopier, so naturally she's added that to my list of jobs, despite it, actually, being nothing to do with me. What's worse, she's also really nice from time to time so I can't dislike her too much - she's promised to hug me for all the help I've given, which is frankly the scariest thing yet.
When she rang for the third time today I recognised her number on my phone screen so I decided not to answer. I felt bad, but really, I couldn't do anything more than I had and I'd much rather email her with what I knew than face another thirty minute description of her problems. It's just too tiring.
My strife aside, I have remembered that something quite important is taking place today. I'm very curious as to what the outcome will be, but I won't be staying up late tonight to follow the coverage. I have to be in work tomorrow at 9, and I don't cope well with sleep deprivation. For example - I was in bed asleep by half ten last night and up at 7 this morning, but still dozed off during my lunch hour. I will feel awful if I stay up late tonight, so will probably be asleep before the coverage even starts on BBC. I'm looking forward to waking up tomorrow and hearing the radio telling me who's won.
I'll see everyone on the other side. If I'm not heard of again, it's because I've been kidnapped by a Hungarian woman who's an expert on the music of Bela Bartok.