This is all rather disconcerting of course, but perfectly feasable, because the butterfly is fixed and nice and snappy when I put the ear-ring back in. Sorted.
I told my husband I had fixed my ear-ring, and he said that was fine, because I must still be drunk. Actually I am just hungry.
We have a gorgeous day here in Jersey (well our bit), so I want to put some washing on the line. My washing likes it on the line, it doesn't like it in the tumble dryer. It refused to get dry after a tumble yesterday, so I put it on the clothes airer in the spare room. It is still sopping wet, so it needed a nice day to get it dry...
So we have a lovely day to dry clothes... so I am going to put the sheets on the line. I wonder how long I will stay drunk for? Well I remembered I had a total of three and a half glasses of rose wine last night, which is way too much wine for someone like me. Working on the quantum quaffing theory, I may as well have drunk three and a half tanker loads. No wonder I have a hangover!
Anyway the poppy lady came this morning, so I gave her everything except a tenner, which I might need to buy milk this week. I didn't need the poppys because, I got some the other day at the Town Hall when I went to pay my parking fine. No-one in there knew what day of the week it was either, so I felt quite good about handing over the £30. I was gutted when I got it mind you, and no we don't blag our way out of them! That's why we don't have all the corruption problems everybody else does. If I am stupid enough not to move my car before my parking ticket runs out and I get nabbed, I expect to pay a fine. That way we get a traffic warden! Where would we be without a traffic warden?
Besides my friend that I don't see very often works at the town hall processing the parking fines. If I got more parking fines I could go and see her at work more and have a chat!
Right, I realy do need to take myself off and get some food.
Have fun, but don't blow anything up, it might not be very easy to fix and cost lots of money to put it right, and as everyone is skint right now you will just have to rely on everyone's generosity of spirit, and expansiveness to get everything looking shipshape.
At least the headache has nearly gone... gone completely now it's later.
Well I recovered the dressing table stool, and it looks fine. I realy enjoyed doing it, so I might find something else to renovate. I am eying up a bedroom chair that might be fun to give a new lease of life. It is a lovely chair, I bought it at an auction for twelve quid. That is ridiculously cheap as it is mahogony and was made by someone at least a hundred years ago. The webbing and all that is perfect. The Blue water silk looks a bit washed out, but it goes with my decor, so although I fancy doing it, there isn't a huge point, as I would only cover it with the same silk cover, although I might pad it out a bit more.
It is still a wonderful day, and just seems so peaceful and still. It is so hard to imagine all the ills of the world from this little cocoon I call home, but the thought of people struggling, homeless, fighting with each other, allowing the old racial hatreds to manifest in their societies is horrible.
I realise there is no point in trying to persuade the neo-nazi youths that are realy sociopathic hooligans.
Well it rather looks as though the 1% of the world's population that are running the governments, and banks, and have snaffed all the wealth from the 99% might actually fall into this category as well. They just don't seem to care in America that people are so impoverished by not investing in them.
I have a mild form of dissasociation, and I find it very difficult to make friends. I think that is because I am strange and unpredictable. However I love people very much, I just don't go all mushy and I am not very chatty. I don't have any problem writing things down if I feel like it though. So I suppose this might qualify as a hair's breadth of Autism or something. I don't like the idea of being abnormally normal, I don't know any other abnormally normal people so I feel very lonely sometimes.
I saw the opening of the new Bolshi Theatre on TV. It is amazing, what an incredible restoration project, and it has obviously made a huge impact on the economy as well as providing for the arts. Russia has had a few difficult years in the last century, but has always had a fantastic arts program. We so wanted to visit Russia about 10 years ago on a pilgrimage trip, but unfortunately it got cancelled. The tour company went bust, but we did get our money back. That's when I decided to go to Turvey Abbey and have a go at writing an icon. It was just wonderful to visit and be part of Abbey life for a week. I just cried and cried, I couldn't stop crying. I am filling up just thinking about it.
Anyway, I went back again a year later and did the Elijah icon. I couldn't go too often as I get very 'high' with so much worship and meditation. (I think I need the medication to counteract the meditative thing I seem to do all the time). I realy want to start making icons again once we have our finances sorted out.
Well today was a good day to have a hangover! I feel quite normal for it.