I work away quite a lot and this means overnight stays in hotels. Phil sends me photos of home and the boys to lift my spirits. I know that the dogs miss me as much as I miss them and sometimes this manifests as refusal to eat, while for me it’s a case of eating things I shouldn’t. Speaking of which, Shackleton found my embroidery silks which I’d left on a chair and while Phil was out, he chewed the colour-key card to which they were attached. The result resembled spaghetti with a side of confetti. A perfect marriage.
The sampler is one I’m working on for the next village show so untangling the spaghetti will be interesting. My lesson for the day was to always put things away.