The snow is crunchy under my wellies. I leave the house and walk to the studio, through the garden, pull off my wellies put on my slippers that Lozzie bought me for the flat, turn the radiator up, switch on my SAD lamp, and settle down to work.
My studio is a very warm, comfortable space.
This morning I drove very slowly to Chilston Clinic to see if they could help with my eye. They did. I have been doing whatever it takes to stop me having to have an operation in March.
On Saturday I suspended two malachite crystals in a bottle of water. I put the bottle inside another big glass of water.
The reason for two bottles is that malachite can be toxic if it is too strong.
I left it on the garden table for 24 hours.
The liquid is meant to have the properties of the malachite which is good for me eyeball I’m told!!!
The snow came. The water froze. The bottle cracked. I know the ice made it expand but I thought about my ‘O’ level science too late.
I’ve put out another bottle of water, with the crystals, in a stronger jar, even though John Kettley says its still ever so cold. If they crack this time I’ll wait for the big freeze.
I loved being at home on Sunday but really missed doing my show. Jo Goode sat in for me, and was so goode I felt all alone and countrified.
However, I had guests who stayed over, we guzzled champagne, nibbled bagels, quaffed yet more and by the time they left on Sunday lunch time I had had my fill of perfectly cooked scrambled eggs and smoked salmon.
I still have some Thai soup I made and a bowl of rice. Both of which I think Gods Gift will transform into bird food. The Robins are out in force.
Tomorrow I am hosting a SOULFUL CONCERT at St. Brides Church, on FLEET STREET for two charities set up by SISTER SNOG. It starts at 7.30 so if you can make it fab. I’ll see you there.
The ‘oosbind is at his computer, the dawter – who was laid off for two days – is at hers, I’m at mine.
A family who computes together never see each other…..