I sharpened my chisels. I measured stuff. I licked my pencil. I cut bits of wood. I measured again. I licked my pencil. I cut more bits of wood [more accurately this time … not sure what happened the first time].I licked my pencil.  I hinged the doors. I became unhinged. I drilled and screwed. I stepped back to admire my handiwork and fell into the bath. I checked in the mirror that I hadn’t damaged my stunning good looks. I almost fainted when I noticed my tongue was black. I remembered I’d been licking my pencil. I choked when I used a rubber to try and remove the stain. I sat down on the sofa.

Cupboard love

Lo, she is a terrible Goddess has very graciously given her seal of approval and has even said I might join her for supper. I didn’t know she was broken. Where did I put my hammer and nails?