Today is officially the first day of Autumn and l am desperately trying to get all the herbs cut and dried for the winter. It is another weekend of herbs drying all over the house. I have them hanging up everywhere just now. A great excuse not to use the washing machine (unless the weather stays nice in which case l can dry clothes outside) as l have the pully above the aga fairly groaning with herbs, the extra clothes dryer rack and also old piece of fencing. Yes the herbs have taken over the asylum…………
After the upsets of Friday (no news on the watch front, it's well and truly gone) l have holed up in HQ and sewed and stuffed like a mad woman . At last l have 50 of the new apples all ready for the London fair and the little scenty stockings are coming on a treat. My goal just now is to be able to put one batch of things every day into the spare room (my stash for the fairs) so l feel l am getting somewhere. On Saturday the CL Fair set up book arrived for the London fair (tells you everything you need to know and has all those forms you have to fill in by designated dates and send back in). A mad dash to the local supermarket to get those horrid passport photos then ensued so l can book my space in the storage area. I do hate those passport booths. 'Make sure your eyes are level with the dots on screen' says the disembodied voice. Fair bit of wiggling makes the seat move up and down so l am possitioned correctly. Click, 'do you like this photo, if so press the screen', click, click, ok we are now on the last click, lets hope l like this one. It's the best of a bad bunch and l leave clutching my slightly damp images of a grinning idiot whose face is almost off the bottom of the photo. Now what was all that about eyes being lined up with dots on screen and being in perfect position ?
Today is another holiday here in Ayrshire so the schools are off again (same as Friday), l must try and play good mother and at least do something with Idgy today. The joys of HQ and bagging up pine cones seems to leave her less than enthused, maybe an incentive would help. Funny how kids can have a mind like a sieve when it comes to anything you/teacher etc wants them to do, but hey offer a monatory incentive for something and that careless mind becomes a steel trap that knows percentages, base prices and profit margins. The steel trap suddenly develops a strange memory of such strength that over the months ahead it will recall your exact words and
bribes offers and the tiniest detail of the transaction. However ask same person to remember that they promised to tidy their room, and lo and behold the memory machine has packed up and lost all ability to work. Such are the joys of parenthood and child labour.
And here is a photo of said 'accountant' with her little furry friend helping himself to the dregs of the hot chocolat. Harry is a ferret by the way, in case anyone is wondering what sort of misshapen creature he is. He is a house ferret and live just like a cat with a litter tray and his own little feeding station in the kitchen. Apart from being slightly aromatic he is a wonderful little pet.
Off to work……………