I’m afraid that my enthusiasm for the 100 drawings has disappeared – I think I was probably energized by all the adrenaline associated with the end of term, but now I've wound down.
I did make some preparations.
I’ve had the felt to make myself a printing surface for a loooong time – so long that I had used it for something else, bought some more, and used a lot of that. But I managed to stretch it out to cover a bit of plywood Wensleydale found for me. Although, as you can see, it’s not that well stretched.
So I sat in one of the chairs and worked on this - two pockets for a zapper holder. But now it’s got to the stage where I need to use the machine and the weather is to nice to sit inside. So I'll have to find some more hand embroidery to do. Or some drawing …
There is a forecast of rain [possibly] – but they‘ve been forecasting rain [possibly] for weeks now and we’ve barely had a drop.
We have a feeling that Quality Control is feeling better – although, as JP guessed, we have to take her back to the vets next week for a check up. It could be because she is back to making her beautiful flying leaps [followed by clumsy landings, but they always were]. But it is more because when W. opened the bedroom door this morning he was greeted by the sight of a dismembered pigeon on the landing.