I have given up my part time job as teaching assistant at the local primary school, (my eldest likes to say that I am un-employed, I prefer to call it self-employed), my two sons are at high school, I have many outstanding orders for my ‘glassy’ works of art and I really should head to my shed.

But first, I should clean up. This utility room is a tip. A tidy house makes a tidy mind and I’m sure I’ll work much better when it’s done. What a big pile of stuff I have accumulated for the ‘Thrift Shop’.  But worthwhile, and I managed to get rid of a bike. A painter friend just dropped in for a brew, (someone else having trouble getting pack to the studio? I might have asked) and the bike will be perfect for his daughter. Honestly, cup of tea, I really should have been working.

 The following day I worked. I took all my stuff up the Thrift Shop. Picked up another pal along the way on the promise of tea and home-baking, (I am not the only one easily distracted) and spent a great morning discussing how much work we all had to do over a huge slab of lemon drizzle cake. I came back with slightly less than I went with but the embroidery thread and huge roll of red wall paper should come in handy.

Now I really would have been in my shed by now but I have discovered a leak over my work bench and it really should be investigated before I begin. Nothing was evident up on the roof. I have a very beautiful grass roof and it all looked very sound and dry from above.  I know, let’s investigate from within I thought. Yikes, I removed the ceiling panel, pulled down the lambs-wool insulation only to be attacked by a swarm of wasps. Get outta there!

So I made space in my utility room, (good job I had tidied it up), and got lots of work done. Meanwhile, Steve the gardener came and zapped my wasp nest and I waited patiently for wasps to move out.