Patchwork I Can Do...Clay Needs More Practice...

Goodness gracious it's Friday again...it's slightly alarming the way time goes by...I swear it sometimes picks up its skirts and runs at a gallop, leaving me desperately trying to keep up...wait for me...wait for me I cry, to no avail.

Don't think playing with clay is my forte...I made a birdhouse yesterday and added a branch with tiny leaves winding its way up to the roof...hadn't thought how incredibly difficult it would be to paint the teeny weeny leaves in situ...especially when my hands tend to shake as though I have the ague...the roof was a bit bent as well...actually, it was extremely bent out of shape and looked decidedly horrible.

So I've left it for the time being and gone back to patchwork which I know I can do...

Himself brought my sewing machine out of my shed this afternoon...then I sent him back to get the iron and the pressing board...you can tell how many clothes I iron by the fact it's kept in the shed...the iron I mean.

There was a time when I had vague dreams about freshly starched sheets and pillow-cases...used to think when we'd moved here I'd be a proper sort of housewife with lavender bags in the hot press and that sort of thing...never happened though. Mind you, I do make lavender bags from the lavender plants...but they go into my knicker drawer and nestle amongst winter woollies...

The hot press is a no-go area...stuffed to the hilt with enormous arachnids and a thick layer of dust that comes in through the badly fitting roof, it is not a place to venture...certainly totally unsuitable for freshly ironed and starched sheets...

Felt a bit better today actually...had a shower and managed to swamp the bathroom floor with water because dear Reuben has been fiddling about the shower head and had left it sort of zoomy rather than a gentle spray...nearly knocked me over so it did...anyway, as a result, the water not only went over me but also all over the floor, in spite of drawing the shower curtain...bet he mopped it up with a towel...it'd have dried out quickly on the radiator.

When I get really down in the dumps I don't bother to shower or to get dressed or put some slap on...Himself has never complained about me being a bit smelly though...I know I'm doing it, that's the dreadful part...just can't drag myself out of it.

Going to tell the Consultant that...see what she says.