Ah, August. You’re flying by so quickly. This is the second of my weekly posts about my days. You can find the first here.
A lie in! I had tea at a friend’s, and then other friends had tea at my house. I was thrilled they took my rocking chair – it looks beautiful but the rocking motion never felt right to me, but they love it. In the afternoon I bought gold paint and put the first coat on the bedroom radiator – it feels good to do small jobs sometimes. In the evening we walked to a party. We’d normally drive, but it was lovely to walk in the moonlight.
I spent much of Saturday making Peter’s birthday hat. A friend described me as ‘milliner to rock stars’. Mixed up inches and centimetres, and sliced through my tape measure (exhibiting my lack of professional millinery skills). But I was finished by 7pm so none of my usual late-night-crafting fiascos. Bought ingredients for making soap, and painted the second coat on radiator.
We had lunch at the city farm, and then went to see the new Alan Partridge film at the local independent cinema.
I’m not normally a big fan of the cinema, especially not on a sunny summer afternoon, but you don’t quibble about someone else’s birthday treat. We sat right at the front, and pretended we were the only people in there, and had a great time. Maybe I’ve just been watching the wrong films.
Worked at home, after wading through the post-crafting mess I left behind on Saturday. Made the final edits to a summary of our last project which will go to the printers this week. More work on the blog book in the evening. Discovered drainpipe has been leaking into cellar.
Got up early enough to walk to the station again, but I was so tired. At lunchtime I chatted to an older colleague about her life. There are so many interesting people around us, and I don’t always make the time to talk to them. I made a stupid pact with my sister which may result in another marathon if I’m not careful. Realised I’ll have to cycle to a friend’s wedding at the weekend – initially daunted but I’ve been meaning to cycle more for months and this is a nice excuse. I came home to find a mini steamroller parked outside my house. Is it wrong that I was quite excited about this? I’m annoyed with myself that I didn’t pose on it for a photograph.
Worked at home again, and I had breakfast in the garden for the first time in ages.
Walked to the station, tired again. I tried to work methodically, but my attention kept being drawn away. Had a square of the Orkney fudge I brought back for the communal biscuit tin, and spent the rest of the day dreaming about holidays. In the evening I tried to make soap, but I’d bought ‘drain cleaner’ instead of caustic soda so it didn’t work. I’d planned to attack the unruly willow but after soap experimenting it was dark. Gave up and did more editing of blog book.
I should confess, when I thought of this little project, I imagined I’d write something interesting. I don’t know why. I’ve found myself just giving a summary of the day’s activities, which is, I imagine, interesting to nobody other than me. But as I’ve been reading through my old blog, I’ve really enjoyed remembering what I was doing all those years ago, so I’m going to continue this for August at least.
Do feel free to join in! What have you been up to this week?