Today was puttering along just swimmingly, thank you, until the postman arrived while I was out, and shoved so many things in the letterbox (all gunk) that I actually ripped it off the wall trying to get the gunk out. One's mood is not greatly enhanced by flying through the door, flinging the bags on the floor and snarling "where is my screwdriver" before one has even had a chance to rush to the bathroom. As one does when one comes in the door now that one is not 22 any more.
Not a single interesting item in the post either. I should have painted an arrow to the recycling bin on it. And then I had to try and hammer the rawlplugs back into the wall inside the letterbox. Snarl. This is not physically possible.
Now that is off my chest, I can resume normal adult style behaviour. Calm, dignified and serene.
I have just had a LOVELY couple of hours browsing round the craft shops with my friend Jean, helping her to spend her money. I love doing that. My sister had already found all the bargains to be had in town, so I just pointed Jean in the right direction. I am helpful like that. What was that? Did I buy anything? Um. Yes. A couple of really good 50% off things like machine embroidery thread. And paper. And soft touch scissors for arthritic hands. Like mine. Spring-loaded. I am sure Barb or someone mentioned them before. They are my new best friend. And the arthritic hands are a result of all that hand quilting, and being double jointed.
I am making something special for each of my children for Christmas, but won't be able to show you till after the holiday, as it will spoil the surprise, but I am really pleased with what I am doing.
And the news of the day is that the new computer is arriving tomorrow. My son has a grin on his face which would light up the world. And I can't wait to be able to download my photos and get my files and folders back in place. We may have to battle for control though. He will be hard to dislodge. And he is much bigger than me. The fact that we will now be eating beans for the rest of the year is beside the point. I am creative.
Half term holidays are nearly over now, and the job search has become more pressing. If I can't find anything permanent, I will be signing up with an educational agency and will do supply teaching or cover work. Anything, really. I needed the time to do the inquest, but now I really do need to work. And I really enjoyed what I was doing. It is good to meet new people too.
I am off to continue the creative bit. And to make coffee...... of course.