Summer is merciless at the moment

[wiseheart]

So I'm scheduling my crafting and writing activities for the morning hours - unless something happens.

Today, I've cut out the outside of the drawstring bag I decided to make, just for fun, and made the pre-sewing part of two more cherry stone pillows, as my friend Elise has saved (and dried) for me the stones of 20 kilograms (!) of sour cherries. Her parents have a fruit garden, and they make cherry wine each year. I'll fetch the stones on Monday (when I'm hopping over to give her the baby book for her granddaughter), see how much that exactly is, and if Louise (the baby sewing machine) and I will need to make some more pillow cases. It's a good thing that I still have some leftover fabric.

Writing, however, fell flat today, as I got a long call from a dear friend who desperately needed some moral support. It was a time well spent, but I was in no shape to wrestle with the complicated fighting scene afterwards. Ah, well, tomorrow will be another day.

In the afternoon, the janitor finally showed up with his plumber buddy and they completely overhauled the sink tap in the bath. I hope it will last because right now it works like a charm.

And I got an e-mail from Anna, our lovely school secretary, who sent me the template to this little darling:



I made three of these bears for the Christmas fair while we had our little sewing club at school but forgot to copy the template. I'm very glad that Anna found it because I'm planning to make such a bear for Baby Emma (who, being more than a year old already, is no longer such a baby, after all) for Christmas.

Mum volunteered to cook today. Fortunately, we had some leftover soup of the one I improvised yesterday, so she only had to make a potato gratin with hard-boiled eggs and a bit of creme freche. More than enough on such a hot day.

On the plan for the rest of the day: watching "Money for Nothing" and "Forged in Fire", later in the evening. Lovely programmes that require no brain activity whatsoever.

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Yeah, save for the fact that for some unfathomable reason he turned off the water in the toilet, and Mum came in panic later on that she can't flush it. I had to climb onto the ladder (oh, horror), and randomly poke at different parts of the water tank, until I found the thing with which to turn on the water again. I'm still not sure I've done it properly, so tomorrow we'll call the janitor again, just to be sure.