Productivity

I've laundered the curtains Janice hemmed on Friday evening, and hung them out to dry. I've washed up - including bleaching the teaspoons and mugs so that they are shiny again - and had two cups of tea. I've had a text from my pregnant sister to say that she's not sick, she's just pregnant, which is a great relief - I have been led to believe that she is in fact unwell because of being pregnant. She may want someone to come to the wedding so that she doesn't have to make a seperate trip to visit her; I've said that seating her at dinner would be very difficult but she can come to the evening bit. A few people are coming to the evening bit, I think.

There's a stomach-turning article on Radio 4 right now about urine therapy. Urgh. I didn't realise I was squeamish until people started describing the taste of their own urine. Urgh.

DomestiCity

It takes me over two hours, and about a pint of water from the plant spray, to iron a pair of lined cotton curtains. Damn, they were heavy. And they're still not really ironed as well as I'd like them to be. However, no-one will notice once they're hung, and at least they're clean. The other pair are in the washing machine now. Two curtains at a time is a full load.

In other news, I had a nap and started reading a Georgette Heyer. I've reached the point where I don't know who I loaned A Civil Contract to, which is a shame because I've reread A Convenient Marriage too often lately.

We had a lovely salad for lunch and can have the same again for dinner. And I placed our grocery order, which will be delivered on Friday. And tonight I have a ceramics class and Rob is doing the final cupboard door, which will be almost the finishing touch for the dining room - I just need to decide on whether or not I want to curtain off that glorious view </Peg Bracken>. If I do, it will have to be a roller blind, I think, in some vibrant colour. I wonder if I could dye my own? A batik design of some sort? Hmm.

The pine-clad wall looks great. Even the fact that the other walls are painted over woodchip doesn't look so bad; it's vaguely reminiscent of the rough plastering in old houses anyway, since it's just plain white. I am afraid I will have to get some mirrors in this room if it's ever going to be remotely well-lit; it has one shaded north window. Still, at least it's not constantly dim any more.

I wonder where all the stuff that has nowhere to live can live? It has to live somewhere before my family starts to arrive.