I’m traumatised. No, I haven’t had to frog a project. This is for real. I’ve just had a totally unexpected freakout and it has showed me that I was traumatised by events some years ago. It wasn’t pleasant at the time. It certainly rattled me. I would not have judged it as trauma then, but …
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Old dogs, new tricks
I was about 11 years old when my parents somehow decided that I might be musical. The first that I knew of this was when a Harmonica nestled itself in the bottom of my Christmas pillowcase. It was a mysterious object to me and I never got to grips with it – perhaps I did …
Too busy to blog
Really, it has been so busy around here… but none of the activity really seems bloggable. It’s all a bit vanilla-flavoured on the old Windswept Acre right now. I did have stuff to Show & Tell on Tuesday but lacked the time to get around to it – perhaps we can take a peek next …
The Perplexed Nightingale
I was in the kitchen just now, cooking alongside my DH (he’s making Halloumi Curry and I was making a Mushroom Bajhi to go with it.) I was singing as I stirred my spices. When I realised what I was doing, I stopped singing, turned to Mr L, and I asked him what I find …
The Great De-stash
Well, I spent a few hours today sorting craft items, photographing a few and packing and weighing them. They are up on eBay now. Loads more to come. It’s going to take months to get it all listed. My heart sinks at the prospect – it’s such a laborious process. And I’ll probably only get …
I know what your game is
Oh, Monday – what is it with you? I am coming to realise that you are simply peevish. I should have realised last night, when I did the bins and put the rubbish out in order to get a head start on my week, that you would be observing. I really ought to have expected …