Blagh Day

You know... one of those days when the air is still, heavy and humid, you can't be arsed to do anything and the things you have planned all feel like too much. That's today.

Yesterday I had masses of swatting to do as I was supposed to receive a vetting call at 4 p.m. that would allow me to take on another course to teach. I got my head down, vacuumed up the gems of wisdom and was parked at my desk, headset on, mug of hot tea beside me, ready for the fray, only the call never came.

The day had started well. I set myself goals to get through the chapters I had to learn, and as a break and treat between chapters checked Whitewicca and Skitched my pictures of Pembrokeshire into small and manageable sizes so I could post them here. Calls rolled in for my other business and I took a number of bookings, which on any normal day would have me grinning, but after the missed call, it was rather like someone had stuck a pin in my balloon.

In the evening I took up the hems on three dresses. At a towering 5'3" short, I either make alterations or look like I'm wearing an ankle length arrangement and I always trip over the blooming things as I go upstairs! I had a pretty good day and got lots done.

Today, I was supposed to be meeting up with someone and spending some time in Bath but neither of us felt up to it so we postponed the trip. It took all my energy to heap the ingredients for bread into the bread machine (note: I'm not even thinking of kneading dough!) and now, I just feel all limp and weary. I hate this sort of muggy, airless weather and it's worse after spending two days in Atlantic breezes.

On a cheerier note, I tried out the new Patchouli and Sandalwood soap that I brought home from Wales and it's as scrumptious to use as it smells in the packet. Lots of foam, no drying or tautening of the skin and the most luscious aroma - this is definitely a soap I shall hide from Kim. There's no point in wasting a nice soap on a man with no sense of smell, is there? That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it!

I think I might just be able to rustle up the energy to crop and resize some of the rather nice pictures I took earlier in the week for one of my projects - can't post them here as they will soon be on display elsewhere!

Goodness, I hope the wind gets up or the sun burns through - I have a wonderful foxglove, a present from TGW, to put in the garden and a couple of other plants I treated myself to while in Wales. There's a lovely garden centre called The Perennial Nursery, just north of St. David's and they had a comfrey that called out to me, a cheery yellow geum, a white Centaurea to go with the blue one I already have and Kim fell in love with a low, sprawling Californian lilac that will hopefully be persuaded to trail over the side wall.

Sadly, my garden is so tiny, I now have to do the work of moving some of the bigger plants around. There are several large plants all clumped together and stifling some of the smaller, more delicate ones and they all need shuffling about. This is probably about the very worst time of year to move anything, but I shall just have to hope that I don't manage to slaughter too many of the plants I would like to keep. Once done, I shall have space for all the other lovely things waiting to call my pocket handkerchief home. It would just be so much easier with a decent supply of oxygen!