Drawing breath

Claire September 15th, 2007

It’s taken me ages to get the time to get round to writing something – this last 2 weeks have been crazy at work and I have only had time to check other people’s comments and blogs in what lunch time I have grabbed (I don’t call lunch at 3:30pm, lunch, but that’s probably me being a bit picky…) so as I have finished work again for this week (more 6 day working weeks, groan!!) I thought I would stop by for a quick one.
As I haven’t been doing anything much apart from work, I have little to report on. I was even so tired this week that I didn’t get as much out of our weekly craft group as I normally do – just sat quietly and made daisies for a blanket and sewed some felt roses together to make, dare I say it, more pincushions for Pinky and Boo. One of my friends suggested I specialise in pincushions, but I know that after the initial glut of making them I will get bored with them and move onto something else (mind like a magpie I have!). I know when I get really tired I start feeling really ratty and will argue with anyone, thenI get past that stage and justget tearful. Well after a week of arguments with people not doing their jobs properly, I could quite happily sit and have a good cry. Or I would if I wasn’t so tired! I’ll be OK with a bit of rest and some chilling out…
One thing I did manage to squeeze in for myself this week was a trip to pick up some lovely pottery from Gerry on Realcycle. I know I have battered on about Realcycle before, and at the risk of going overboard I will go on about it again. These were offered a while ago – my eyes lit up when I saw the offer, and shockingly I was the only person to reply to it! I love these, and had wanted to start picking them up when I saw them, planning for mine and David’s new house (where and when it appears) and squirreling things away. Trouble is, I don’t see them very often.

I am totally in love with the vingegar/oil pourer. Symonds Yat – fantastic name. I hadn’t got a clue where it was, so good old Google came to my assistance (in case you are interested, it’s near Monmouth. If you need to know where Monmouth is, Google it yourself!). I got particularly excited about it with the thought of using them regularly, as in “fancy some Symonds Yat for your chips, dear” kind of way. I do need to get out more!!
I actually emailed for them as I was excited at the thought of a Filey egg cup. Growing up in Hull it was very easy to jump on a train and go to the seaside for the day as it was never that far away, and I have some lovely memories of days there. When I was in my final years at school I volunteered with Arthiritis Care, and we used to help on the day trips to Filey. All the ladies we were helping wanted to either be pushed to the sea front, or more likely, Bingo and left to it, as we were happy as anything being left to their own devices without well meaning teenagers hanging around.
Anyway, from what I think will be the shortest post I have managed yet, I will leave you and get back to the chaos! x

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