Oh, one of *those* days
...when my R&D on new baking for the market tomorrow did not exactly work (toffee too runny. Chocolate emulsified. Resulting caramel squares perfectly edibe - with a spoon - but not saleable. So I've sent V off to Ellendune Ents with a plateful for teabreak.
Tried showing my pal's eleven-year-old how to crochet; I don't think I'm very good at teaching this. Then my sis-in-law rang and then the door went and then it was teatime and then V had left his mob at home so no idea when arriving as left keys as well so locked off bike therefore walking.
My green fluffy scarf developed a ladder *shortly after being 'played with'* - and it's a ***** to inpick so I'm doing it in stints. In between knitting gloves for C. After which, mitts for P, a hat for C, and we'll see about the fluffy scarf, P, hmmm? I want a superduper cardigan but haven't found a gorgeous enough pattern.
I have been good and done a bit of notation most days this week again. (Invokes the power of Some...) Finished 'Siren song' which had me stymied for months. Started Pale Shamen.
The washing machine has died. It may just be the fuse. Or not. Tomorrow I shall get the Wonderwasher from the garage and see how it works. Hurrah for emergency backup plans, anyhow.
And hurrah for lovely teenage sons who make me cups of tea and give me hugs when I am stressed. (just the one, actually, but I'm jolly glad he's mine.)
Made my first ebay sale today, which was a nice small triumph. Now to list something else... the world is now my lobster...
I have a small gig tomorrow. Owing to having the lurgy Friday through Monday, I have about 70% energy and voice - cattarh, not sore throat, I hasten to add, I would have cancelled already were it throat. It's for the local Wildlife Trust, for free, so I'll just play it really low key.
Oh, and I finally spoke to the landlord at the Beehive again, who has booked me for not one but two dates next year. Looks like I'm on a 6-month rota now. Hurrah! Sunday afternoons, March 4th and Sept 2nd. Who knows what the line-up will be by then...
Looking at that lot, you know, has made me realise it's not been such a bad day, really. Think I'll take up my son's invitation to watch some of 'Die Hard' with him.
Yes, we have low taste in movies. But we also have squidgy caramel slices!
Tried showing my pal's eleven-year-old how to crochet; I don't think I'm very good at teaching this. Then my sis-in-law rang and then the door went and then it was teatime and then V had left his mob at home so no idea when arriving as left keys as well so locked off bike therefore walking.
My green fluffy scarf developed a ladder *shortly after being 'played with'* - and it's a ***** to inpick so I'm doing it in stints. In between knitting gloves for C. After which, mitts for P, a hat for C, and we'll see about the fluffy scarf, P, hmmm? I want a superduper cardigan but haven't found a gorgeous enough pattern.
I have been good and done a bit of notation most days this week again. (Invokes the power of Some...) Finished 'Siren song' which had me stymied for months. Started Pale Shamen.
The washing machine has died. It may just be the fuse. Or not. Tomorrow I shall get the Wonderwasher from the garage and see how it works. Hurrah for emergency backup plans, anyhow.
And hurrah for lovely teenage sons who make me cups of tea and give me hugs when I am stressed. (just the one, actually, but I'm jolly glad he's mine.)
Made my first ebay sale today, which was a nice small triumph. Now to list something else... the world is now my lobster...
I have a small gig tomorrow. Owing to having the lurgy Friday through Monday, I have about 70% energy and voice - cattarh, not sore throat, I hasten to add, I would have cancelled already were it throat. It's for the local Wildlife Trust, for free, so I'll just play it really low key.
Oh, and I finally spoke to the landlord at the Beehive again, who has booked me for not one but two dates next year. Looks like I'm on a 6-month rota now. Hurrah! Sunday afternoons, March 4th and Sept 2nd. Who knows what the line-up will be by then...
Looking at that lot, you know, has made me realise it's not been such a bad day, really. Think I'll take up my son's invitation to watch some of 'Die Hard' with him.
Yes, we have low taste in movies. But we also have squidgy caramel slices!