I did have plans to do all sorts of things this evening.
Clocks, purses, darning in the ends of scarves. Instead I pulled out the box of old cards and started the new gift tags. So pretty. Puppies and kittens and flowers and a huge pile of rubbish on the floor. And lots of cups of tea.
Not a bad night but I will be glad to get through the rest of this week. It hasn't been the best week in the history of Miss Pen Pen- but then it also hasn't been the worst, just very very weird and emotional.
Jethro is playing in the mountain of waste paper and waiting for me to call it a night.