Mostly I've been busy doing stuff. I look guiltily at the laptop and think, well, it can wait while other things can't.
I came across the woman with the big slippers at a potter's wheel when I went to enroll for an upholstery class. There's an air of worthiness about the old Victorian school with its wooden benches and slightly oily scent. It's all webbing and wood and woolly stuffing.
I'm very excited, but will make an E for effort to come here more often.