Thursday, August 12, 2010

The malevolent harbinger of viral rhinopharyngitis......................

..................................has scattered their foul spore upon other words............... I have a stinking cold and am feeling pretty rough.

I thought I might console myself with a couple of hours in the studio as any form of out door activity currently leaves me huffing and puffing like a poorly maintained steam train attempting to negotiate a 1 in 7 gradient without the advantage of a rack and pinion track.

Little did I realise that the pesky virus was sorely affecting my eyesight too.

There I was quite happily snipping up the tablecloth I bought the other week, pinning out the tunic top pattern that I am going to sew up when suddenly I realised that not only had I cut into the pattern but when I started pinning it I was trying to match right side to wrong side.

One Lemsip later and I am feeling no better.

In fact Thea sent me to bed an hour ago and I am being very naughty typing away like this when she thinks I am sleeping.

Whilst lying around feeling sorry for myself I had a flash of inspiration and decided on the best way to recover the tapestry stool I have in a corner of the bed room, that is now sticking out like a sore thumb against my beautifully painted purple wall, so I sneaked out of bed, got my note pad and had a quick scribble.

Have to go now, I hear Thea's tread upon the stair and if she finds me up she will punish me!
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Damn The Broccoli said...

I fear putting your daily happenings in the public domain may not make you a master criminal...

The coffee is ace by the way

Tami Klockau said...

Sorry you're sick! :( Thanks for joining in on WIPW! Can't wait to see what next week brings.

Absinthe Fairy said...

I could be a master criminal, it could all be a double bluff. Maybe I am just recording faux daily happenings whilst in reality I am scaling the sides of tall buildings and whisking away the crown jewels!

But glad the coffee worked out for you.