Oh, dear. Slump alert.
Tired. Tired. Tired.
How can there possibly so much left next door still waiting to be moved into here? and wherever is it all going to go?
I need a Tardis, not a studio.
It’s grey, wet and windy today. Not very good for the spirits. It has been days and days since I did any knitting, and my soul is crying out for that.
I have Radcliffe & Maconie on the iPlayer, in the hope of making the work less of a slog. It ain’t working.
We took another good Ashford order overnight. Then the bat phone rang again just now. Sadly, it was not for me – but a call for Mr L to say that his N-gauge trade-in has reached Sheffield and he now has funds to spend on 00-gauge. It cheered him up, but it did nowt for me 🙂
One bright spot on the horizon – Mr L is making a Prawn Pathia for dinner, so I don’t have to cook – though Aubergine Pakora have been mentioned…
Best cease procrastinating and galvanise myself. I have shelves to fill.
Is it too early for a beer? I’m dusty and thirsty.