Another day of busy and cold, it feels more like April than July. Still, that's better for long car journeys; Ruth and I were picking up bargain comics today, negotiating some circular or other round London which seemed to feel we naturally belonged in Hounslow. It was quiet on the roads; we ate at a pub in Kew, and spent most of the day wrangling good-naturedly with Radio 2. Except when the celebrity programme came on, when we listened in Blue Jam silence, unsure what was taking the piss from which. My living room is now full of comics, artwork, art materials, printers, laminator, guillotine, laptop, scissors, cables, cables, cables.
Not much time for anything beyond caption stuff, though I'm trying to fit it into the cracks. No comics for dansette, though, sorry. If you're coming and you don't think you've told anyone yet, now might be the time to say; I'm making badges, it's funny how much time it takes to get something looking just this cheap ...
Even though it was raining when I got back, I had to go out and look at my balloon flowers. They're somehow calmingly strange. But this evening, I paid the price for my open-door madness when a slug tried to break into the kitchen. I was coping so badly Ian (truecatechresis) tried to come to my rescue.
I nearly ended up flipping it right into his face.