I am having such a good time - meeting new people and learning new skills (construction of post and barbed-wire fencing, for one example), so I am filling my weekly diary up nicely. It is also a form of relief from the constant drone of filling out application forms.
But on the days that I am not fixing fences, encouraging biodiversity or selling excellent pieces of local art and craftwork I find refuge in the backroom, in the mess of the craft room - and I mean mess - ask Tom, but it's my mess. Ask me where something is and I can (possibly) tell you where it is.
This week:
A brooch, mum. |
Another brooch, mum |
Speak soon xxx
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