Grasping at straws...

... or, pencil crayons, even.

Ooh! Shiny!  Just call me "Magpie"

  One might suspect that as I've been absent from the blog for a week, I would have been very busy doing very busy and important things?  Oh, the important busyness I could have been doing!

  Sadly, I haven't been importantly busy, or even busily important. No, I've been tasked with the taking-to and collecting-from school of The Little Witch all week.  And then keeping her entertained for a couple of hours until Indescribable comes to collect her after work.  This is what happens when I make it known that I have a couple of weeks off work.  You'd think I'd've learned by now...

  In between the taking-to and collecting-from school, I have been doing load after load of their washing (as well as all my own chores, and those of The Parents', too).  In fact, having done a couple of loads yesterday, I had thought that I'd have today to myself as Indescribable (and her spawn) couldn't possibly have generated another machine-load of washing so soon.  How wrong I was.  I made myself a cup of coffee and took a piece of cake from the tin (half of which was devoured by Indescribable and The Little Witch yesterday), then sat down in front of the Demon Box and opened up the blog.  And guess who turned up on the doorstep?

  Armed with a bag of damp bed linen smelling of wee, it was Indescribable of course.  She barged in muttering about The Little Witch's "accident" and that she needed the sheets and duvet cover clean and dry by this evening.  Because of course she did.*

  Anyway, while I'm waiting for the washing machine to finish its infernal cycle and rinse the wee into another dimension or realm, I thought I'd have another go at sharing a Very Important Find, and afterwards, flitting through your blogs to catch up with everything that's been going on.

  So. The Very Important Find:  Inexcuseable was having a clear-out of her bottomless chest (a wooden box, not a part of her anatomy) as she was going to give it to The Parents to put all their hoarded junk in, when she discovered a couple of tins full of pencil crayons.  My pencil crayons.  From when I was at art school.  I was very pleased as I'd planned to get on with some arty-type stuff during my time off work.  I'd even become spell-bound by some metallic water-colour pencil crayons in the stationery shop, and had spent far more money than necessary on them - especially as I didn't have a clear idea of what I was going to use them for.  I still don't, but don't they look good all lined up in order?

The grey horizontal pencil crayons, and the black vertical ones are the ones that were languishing in the chest.

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  Drat!  The sun's come out and it looks like it's going to be a nice day.  While this is marvellous for the drying of bed linen and other washing, it doesn't bode well for the use of pencil crayons at my desk.  Indoors. 

  Sigh...

* How Indescribable and her husband (and/or any parents) manage to deal with all this... parenting, day in, day out, I don't know?  Especially as they're currently living in a caravan while their new home is being built (hence bringing their washing to me to do).