Weather the weather

What a day! Being British (no, I'm English, let's be clear about this before we begin) the weather is a national obsession. Where I live, out in the Lincolnshire prairie, it's a daily if not hourly preoccupation. Is that a cloud coming in and where is it coming from? Is that rain cloud or sea fret (surely not this far from the sea - it's a good 30 miles) and so on. The acres of wide open sky that engulf us in this part of the world are so omnipresent, it's a given that the weather is a preoccupation. However, I digress. What has the weather to do with anything? Well, personally, my mood and disposition are directly affected by the weather and today has been sun sun sun - it was 30 degrees in the car and would you believe it, the aircon has packed up. My mood? Hot, sweaty, sticky, achy. This has not been improved by junior OTRer Charlie finding a flying ants nest....in the new games room. I've now got to go and have a shower to get the creatures off me, as I am certain I can feel them crawling all over me - I bet if you think about baby flying ants in your house you too will be itching. Sunny mood? Grrr.

Anyway, weather aside (although I can't say I won't mention again, it's kind of always there and it gives us something to chat about) things are frustrating here at OTR towers. I was feeling a bit under the (dare I say it) weather yesterday, and managed in that special way that only crafters can, to completely muck up an order for an accident book. I'd searched high and low for the cover and was most pleased to have found a 'Family Medical Encyclopedia' that cried out to be made into said order. And every single thing I touched turned to........any rude word you like to insert here will suffice. Net result? I'm now in the horrible position of apologising for the delay and starting the search for an apposite book again. Plus I've had to stump up for another wire binder (how many does a girl need I ask myself) because of the limitations of the one I have. Research research research. I can hear the mantra from a long way off, slightly muffled but clearer with every passing bank statement.

I'm just putting the finishing touches to a new idea that I've had for personalised gift tags and scrabble letters - it's funky and fun and I hope will make my friends very happy. If I manage to finish it off tonight I'll post the pics later. If not - well, the sunshine and the fridge full of cold drinks (hey! how did that happen? Yay!) may just distract me. And tomorrow I've got a physio session for the dreaded broken arm and cos it hurts a WHOLE lot I'm dreading it. Plus I've got to go and find some new stock to mangle and maim. There aren't enough hours in the week.