I could get used to this feet-up, cup o’tea, laptop and telly thing. But I have been out all evening rehearsing in a freezing cold barn so I think I deserve a warm five minutes.

I have had just about enough of the whole guilt trip thing. It’s so ridiculous to be walking home snivelling and feeling that the end of time can’t come soon enough as per the lyrics of Paradise by the Dashboard Light. After all he’s off to enjoy himself for a week so why shouldn’t I make the most of the time to just ‘be’ – why does he have to go off making me feel so rubbish. No fair.

Sorry – I needed to get that off my chest. After all this blogging is a form of therapy.

It feels like there is at last a bit of spring in the air – would that there was in my step, haha. It seems to take so long to get to spring and then it all happens at once. One end of a month I’m in boots and the other end in sandals. Of the month obviously. And I don’t mean Boots, I mean boots.

A month from now the big Morris-fest will be over. I have a waistcoat to make and not one single fecking day free to do it. I need that thing Hermione has in Harry Potter so she can be in two places at once. If anyone out there is trying to make one can they try and get it out there soon.

The trouble with being amenable is that people soon start to take of advantage. They are short staffed at work so they keep asking me to help out and I never like to say no. But I am in danger of not having time to do my own work – a little assertiveness required I think. Who me? Oh yeah, right!

I think I should sleep this grumpiness off.