Above are three photos. They are all bad shots, of me, in Brighid's bedroom, which has no wallpaper on it and consists entirely of mess. But my point, beyond that obvious stuff, is that I've finished the Colette Crepe curtain dress. I quite like it. Will I have the guts to wear it out out, or to work, rather than just on errands and round home? Not sure yet. Now I see it completed, I'd like to make a red one. Actually, I would like to wear a red with polka dots version, and sewing is clearly how I'm going to get one.
Storynory is the best discovery of this week. They have a wonderful selection of children's stories in audio form. Even if you have older primary age children, I think it is worth a look. Brighid (5) absolutely adores it and I quite liked listening as well.
When we left London, I did, as the cliche goes, keep a little of it in my heart, probably to reside there forever. Some things travel more easily than others. The Guardian Weekly travels well, and most weeks Favourite Handyman and I do the (quick) crossword together, practising now for when we are much more wrinkled. While convalescing today and yesterday, through the great wonders of the internet (does anybody else still think the internet is like a big Christmas present, full of goodies and almost too useful and interesting to be for real?), I got to listen to Radio Four. Julia Donaldson's My Teenage Diary was funny. This morning I listened to almost everything Jenni Murray has said on air in the last week. When I left New Zealand, I missed Kim Hill, and now I'm here, a spot of Jenni Murray never goes amiss.
Tomorrow I return to normal life, to the overdue warrant of fitness, library fines and league games. It makes me cough just thinking about it, but at least my heart is no longer racing and the coughing doesn't make me vomit.