I am so fed up with worrying about casting slip I can't tell you.
If only I'd known the parlous state Seeley's was in I'd have stocked up on 10 years worth of their lovely, lovely slip.
And I wouldn't be in this mess now.
In other news, our notoriously unpredictable British weather has returned to gloriously blue skies and relentlessly climbing temperatures. Perfect weather for camping but I have resolved to crack on with no end of languishing projects so I have put all temptation firmly behind me.
For the moment.
In other, other news Small Dog has gone feral since her return from camping at the weekend. Presumably, spending all hours out carousing round the campfire with her mums trips a switch in her mental synapses, and she reverts to 'wolf mode'.