Don’t know what I ate yesterday but yuk last night ensued, hence today am wobbly, so wobbly jobs it is then.
Sneaking up on it from behind
I do mean bits – here I’ve cut a chunk from the corner of a fine faced block.
Pushing up hill
It doesn’t seem to matter how long you’ve had an idea or how much planning you’ve done, it’s the getting it up and running that’s really the hard bit. And, having gained some forward momentum there are always the bumpy bits that follow on. The time comes, as you turn round and catch a glimpse of the piece in the corner of your eye and you just know there’s something not right enough to pass in a dark alleyway unnoticed.
My mother-in-law used to tell a tale of her childhood. She was much given to pranks and one day, when she was about six or seven years of age and staying with her grandparents her grandmother could be heard mumbling over and over “There’s summat up with that cat” as she watched it crossing the threshold. Quite some time later the cry of “Letty!” went up, echoing all over the house, when the mystery was solved and young Letitia had to come out of hiding and face the music. She’d cut off the cat’s whiskers.
I find “summat up with that (fill in blank as needed)” a very useful phrase when mini-ing. I’m definitely adrift with the bandstand. It lacks a little gravitas perhaps, you know, the wrought iron municipal look, and the décor is definitely of the crowded and very messy variety.
Whether I’ve started to solve some of the summat that’s up with the bandstand by an addition of woodwork bits I don’t know, but I do feel a little less ‘itchy’ about it, that’s for sure.