Brief posts for a fortnight as my hand is in a splint. However, toujours gai!
I am pleased with this happenscape: I had picked some eucalypt, Stefan bought a load of oranges, but what is that mysterious dome in the background, over a little pot of cuttings?
It is the cover to my new iron, a cordless Panasonic to replace the same one bought in 1999 – thirteen years, not bad when you consider it has had some spectacular bounces, and the last one sheered off the plate. Apart from looking sleeker, the only difference is this silly dome, so it is pressed (HA!) into service as a Wardian case.
The other event of this cosy wet weekend was that I have been working on a linen night shift. I wanted it very simple, while fearing it would end up looking like something they’d hand out in the asylum. It is my daughter’s size so the jury is out until she can try it on.
Another experiment is computing standing up, by creating a shelf from driftwood to hold the screen at eye level, the keyboard is at thirty six inches and the desk remains at twenty six. The aim is to stop the permanent crick in my neck, and improve my touch typing. So far I have learned that my keyboard skills are decayed, and that my neck feels much better already. I am spending much less time online though, could this be a good thing? I don’t know anyone else who has tried it, I just read about it, so I will report back.
Fire and candles are lit, tarragon-scented creme Crécy is ready, and it is such a pleasure to be home while the wind howls outside. Stay safe.