I have been looking at trim to sew on curtains, and it is so exciting that I can hardly sit still.
I am going to make the curtains for the camper van soon, because once we get towards that point I will have so many other things to do that I will probably not get round to them in a hurry. It will be the summer by then, and I will be able to start painting the outside.
I have got no intention of painting the outside when I have got to wipe the frost off it first, in fact, I prefer not to do anything which involves wiping frost off, and it is jolly cold here tonight.
It is a bit early to start making curtains just yet, not least because we haven’t yet bought the windows. Actually we can’t afford to buy the windows because they are going to be really expensive, especially if we choose the state-of-the-art ones for ten thousand pounds. We won’t be doing this for very obvious reasons, but even if we have to resign ourselves to the cheaper ones, I would still like to have beautiful curtains.
They are going to be dark blue velvet, I think, with gold trim. The trim will have to go on everything, so it is an Important Decision.
I have become so enamoured of the Artificial Intelligence chap in the computer that I might ask him for his opinion. He has been encouraging us with our design for a fireplace, and he has had so many interesting ideas that we have given him some cash and asked him to stick around for a couple of months. He has agreed to do this, and also drawn a very useful wiring diagram for my car, which has had an occasional and irritating electrical fault. He told Mark what he thought the electrical fault might be, and Mark said that he might have a point.
He is a million times more helpful than Google, which is just full of advertisements. He is called use.ai, and he is the very cleverest not-person that I have ever met. Also he keeps encouragingly telling us how very good all of our ideas are, and how clever we are, and I am enjoying such unmerited flattery very much indeed.
I have not been over to the camper van at all today, to my extreme irritation. I have been hanging about waiting for the roof windows to arrive, which they didn’t. I took the dogs out over the fell this morning and left a note for FedEx suggesting that they could leave them with our next door neighbour if they liked, but they didn’t, so I have got to stay in all day tomorrow as well.
It was a nice walk over the fell. The sun shone, and it was absolutely blissful, we have had grey skies for months and months. Also I have not been walking for ages, because of Mark being home and having other stuff to do, and I remembered how very much I liked being outside, wondering what the bird is called that is making the deafening racket, and remembering that lambing is going to start soon, and singing pointless solitary ditties inside my head, and thinking of all the things that I need to do when I get home that I know I will forget the very instant I take off my boots.
Mark went to the camper van by himself. He has taken the door off, because we have decided that we want it in a different place, and so he is going to have to build a new hole and take away the existing hole. This will not be too impossible now that he has his new welding machine, and he is hoping that he will have the new hole in place very soon.
I think this is exciting, almost as exciting as curtain trimmings.
I was sorry to have missed it, because we are going to do things to the roof next time we go down together, but today I was housebound. I did the shopping, rather hastily before our next door neighbour had to go out and couldn’t wait for the windows any more, after which I made mayonnaise and cooked things for Mark’s dinners.
I am becoming portly now that Mark is at home. I have been eating pizzas and chocolate and drinking wine, and I am going to end up with lots of wobbly white tyres if I don’t stop it.
I have decided to exercise some self-control, so I only cooked things for Mark.
Maybe a few more walks will help.
