Gnarly Day

Well, some things went right, I have dispatched orders which piled up while we were filming, but to clear them I had to do the buttonholes manually. At one point I heard myself saying "only thirty-six to go!" So packed them all up nicely in tissue paper, Stefan bravely carried them to the post office, at which point the new machine, bought to do buttonholes, turned up on the doorstep.

On Skype I could hear my mum but she couldn't hear me, her phone was playing up, and we ended up typing back and forth.

My watch has stopped.

Didn't even get a walk.