Panic Stations

You know that feeling...

the one where you know how much you have to do
and how long it will take
and you know how much time you have to do it in
and the time that you have
is much less
than the time that you need.

And for quite a long time
you just ignore the implications
of this horrible equation.

It is the fingers in the ears scenario.

And then, one day,
your chickens come home to roost

(or, in my case, MissM comes home for half term)

and the list of things that I was going to do
before she arrived
seems to be as long as it was two weeks ago.

Which is why I am sitting here,
admiring pictures of 16th Century Turkish ceramics,
that I bought in Paris.

There is nothing that you can teach me
about
denial...

Bedside Story

Sal wonders what I have on my bedside table
and the answer is ...not much.

The truth of it is that by the time I get to bed
I am so exhausted
that I shut my eyes and go fast asleep.

However, I have just bought some new bed linen
at a bargain price
from Laura Ashley in their sale
and the pretty embroidery and crochet edging
delights me in that brief, brief moment
before my eyes close.

Meanwhile...in another part of the forest...

...everyday life continues...

MrM tells me that I am a Socks Goddess.

Which is nice to know.

Desperate Housework

Problem:
Are you afraid of your ironing pile?


Solution:
Take it to a very high place
and wait for the next gust of wind.

Home Duties

"Oh No!"

cried the dwarves

"Who is going to put the rubbish out now?"

this post is for Mary in the Blue Mountains
who worries about labels

The Battle with the Ironing Basket

It is not good news from the front.

The enemy has made advances in all areas

and severe shortages have resulted.

There has been a small but successful counterattack

on the left (sock) flank.

This is enough black socks for a regiment

and they are ready for action.

Whoever thought of coloured toes

should be awarded the Nobel Peace Prize

MasterM has 15 pairs

with labels sewn in by my own fair hands

Now for an unsavoury visit

to the odd sock mountain.

MrM said "If they were washed more often
we wouldn't need so many"

Now that's war talk.

Ironing

I quite like ironing

but

I'm liking this whole, crinkle thing more

because

if I spend less time ironing

I can spend more time improving my mind.