I trudged into the back garden to make my snowman and prepare ammo for later, but the snow was very powdery and difficult to compact and mould. I gave up because my fingers were dropping off. Why can't snow be a little warmer?
I didn't stay long in my studio as we have carpet being fitted very soon in a bedroom that isn't ready. I think I'll also have to sacrifice tomorrow to get it ready for Saturday. It'll be worth it...I think!
Reading Foreign Quang the other day made me think about why I particularly like Dandelion and Burdock on Sunday. I reckon I've sussed it!
I think I was about seven when I was in care with the Bell family. Mrs Bell always made fresh bread and cakes. Mr Bell would be forever winding the clocks up. The house would chime out a reassuring sound and on Sunday afternoons we would read the Dandy and have D&B to drink. For someone with my background it was sheer luxury.
It's the first time I've analysed why D&B invariably stays in the fridge during the week and comes out on Sunday and is savoured. When the family come around on Sunday and it does come out, no one gets close to it but me.
I think I'd like to investigate other things I do to find out why I do them.
Pretty heavy for a Thursday don't you think?