Gang aft agley

This weekend, as befitting any self respecting mouse or man, I laid some schemes. Small cat was with his father for the weekend, and Mr Cat had gone to a gay wedding in Newcastle. I had a whole day to myself, and lots and lots to do.

My plan was as follows;

• Blitz the pile of ironing in the laundry basket
• Finish off an unsewn, unstuffed badger and pop it on Etsy
• Sort out the terrible mess created whilst trying to make a lightbox earlier in the week (don't ask)
• Possibly paint some more of the tiles in the kitchen, or even strip some more wallpaper.
• Sort out the mass of DVD's lying around without covers and catalog them (because I am anal like that)
  
• Organise life.

These tiles are a mess and need sorting out...oh look - tea!

What actually happened was this.

• Woke up at 9am
• Made tea, went back to bed with danish pastry and laptop.
• Read Guardian online
• Remained in dressing gown until midday BECAUSE I COULD!
• Went and had a hair cut
• Browsed in Monsoon and stroked two blouses (but did not buy as I cannot afford £65 for a single item of clothing no matter how luscious)
• Went into two craft shops and purchased some card and some daylight bulbs for the purposes of completing the lightbox (see! I did achieve something!)
• Had cup of coffee and cake whilst reading Private Eye in cafe
  
• Went home
• Made more tea and blogged.
  

I did finish the lightbox, though. I'll be writing more on this in a later post. But until then, a word of warning. When someone says "oh, it's so easy to make this at home. All you need is ten minutes, a scissors and some card", tell them to go away and come back when they've learned not to tell lies.

The worst lightbox in the history of the world. Ever.

On a positive note, when I checked my mail I discovered that I'd had an order for a pattern all the way from sunny Italy, so it wasn't an entirely unproductive day.