Tied up all day to a craft event when I would rather have been getting on with something of my own.

patienceI had an idea, and spent the day incubating it and grumping; and having finally escaped I came home, soaked, slopped, mushed and stirred.  I now have to wait for the beach clay/paper clay to dry out enough to handle, while fidgeting about too restless for other activities.  The idea may well turn out to be rubbish, but I Want To Know.

In another slice of village life, the local health centre put an entry in the Christmas Tree Fest, and got very busy with the ping-pong balls:

public-healthHmmm. Festive, eh?


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