Production lines

I have been marvellously productive recently. My 2011 calendars are nearly finished. The last month is August which has gone a bit wrong quite apart from you thinking the last month should be December. Some of them have holocaustic disasters with tsunamis of paint sweeping across the days where I've had a little accident with messy paint on sleeve and upset the water jar. Gives them that home-made look.

I waded through a pile of ironing up to the ceiling and ironed it. When I'd finished, I found a whole clotheshorseful squirrelled away by Mr Smith in the guest bedroom. How dull. He can iron it. Well, he could if he could get to the ironing board but it's part of my slightly rubbish apron factory. My Christmas aprons would be so much better if I could sew straight.

Mad Carina bought me a little book of Christmas cupcakes. I feel wreaths and sparkly star cakes coming on. The wreaths could double up for wakes.

Off to swim a mile again today. David Walliams eat your heart out. Or, on second thoughts, I might just do fat aqua zumba - more fun and less knackering. Then I will grace the seaside with my presence and take in sea air putting roses back into my cheeks.