Since I am the only person in this house even vaguely on British Time, I had a very efficient day. I wrote a list of tasks then crossed them off one by one. The offspring emerged from their beds at about midday wanting to know what was for lunch. One of my tasks involved a trip to Waitrose to top up our fish supply for tonight's fish pie as I felt the one meagre cod steak would not stretch to four people. When I got back the student anounced he was going out! Oh the trials of being a mother/b&b owner/restaurant manager/chef etc.
I decided to tackle the horribly complicated patchwork quilt kit I bought in Canada. I now have several options open to me. I could put it down as a bad buy and bin it or give it away, sign on for a hideously expensive course or slog on regardless. All the above will annoy Mr Smith. I have chosen to persevere. My God, it's tricky. I had to go to a printer to get the pattern enlarged. The printer was as flummoxed as me. I have laid it all out on my cutting table in the ironing room but now Mr Smith wants to iron so I will have to put it all away again. We need a larger house... and a sewing lady. And a cook.
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