I felt so horribly ill yesterday I had to cancel my scheduled walk with the Dynamic Denise and stay in bed for the morning. This restorative rest was interupted at frequent intervals by the postman delivering me all my recent internet buys. God, the rubbish one orders when not paying attention. I got the wrong lightbulbs, the wrong dental flossers and the wrong attachment for my new clover iron (a teeny iron for pressing seams). I settled down to Arabella Wier's new book which was disappointingly not as good as I had hoped. Oh well, it wiled away some ill time between nose blows. I think shopping in shops is probably a less hazardous way of making purchases; I just couldn't be arsed to go there.
I made my first house but it's not quite what I had in mind .... a bit too perfect. I'm aiming at something a bit scruffier. Back to the drawing board.
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