Body clock wins, as usual
The finely tuned body clock said get up at 05.30, not helpful but hey ho. Slight snoozing happened but I was up early and lighting a fire in the stove before doing anything else. I sat in the front room with the fire roaring in the grate and the rain piddling down, did my blip and commented a few people's journals before reading the paper and feeling disgusted about the hungry children of the UK being given so little support by the rich cats in the parliament. The ones who eat food subsidised by the tax payers, and drink drinks the same way - oh yes, and have a generous salary to boot. So, a nice peaceful start to Sunday then!
Eventually the other humans emerged from their pits and breakfast was accomplished, with conversation and a side order of doggy antics. He loves Keith so much, he waits outside doors for him, follows him around and so on. But if I go to the front door, I'm flavour of the
month moment. He came out with me to go to the cellar to fetch some more milk and we didn't see him for ages. There are deer smells and cat smells and numerous other exciting smells that are in need of a thorough investigation. He came home eventually.
Claire headed off and we settled into a job I was alarmed to discover I needed to do. Taking out the inner window on the weather wall of Betty's because the space between the two windows was absolutely sodden. I had dried it all thoroughly, scraped down and repainted inside, re-puttied outside. Apparently to no avail. So out the inner windows came - all that work for nothing! - and I dried things off and left it. I added more draught excluder and Keith nailed a baton of wood across the top of the window outside, where there was a bit of a gap. I tightened up the catches a little and it all looked firm and not a breath of wind was coming in.
After a while when the rain was fairly racing down the windows I went over for a look. water was seeping up from the bottom of the lowest pane, as I watched. Drat. I have now done something that might help to trouble shoot till tomorrow, I've put putty on the inside of the glass. we will see if it held any of the water at bay. I guess the exterior putty has to be redone but there is so much rain till mid week that this stop gap measure will have to do. I was well annoyed and very disappointed that this happened after thinking my work here was done so to speak!
In between botching vague repairs, I did a lot of bookbinding. Why am I making 8 small rainbow books instead of, say, two? It really is as much work to do one small book as it is to do one very large one. Anyhow, they are now reclining under pressure with paper interlaced in the pile to soak out the damp. Damp is my constant companion at the moment. The blip shows some of the potential covers to books-yet-to-be, using material laminated onto Japan paper by me. That makes it flat and crisp and easier to handle, plus the glue doesn't seep through when you use it to make a cover.
It really is pouring down out there, and dark as dungeon so very early, horrible really. Thank goodness for left over curry etc, and tea made in no time. We are planning to see a film, something jolly or uplifting perhaps? Or David Attenborough's latest. And then an early night. The clocks changing is such an odd thing, though not as odd as a tin eared government deciding that hungry children (citizens, potential tax payers, the future - etc) can stay hungry in an act so mean that it makes you gasp. Heartening to see the responses from businesses and people in general who are offering food and meals and doing it in a sensitive way too. I hope the flip-flopping and the U-turns come into play here, this is beyond disgraceful for a wealthy country.
So, a fabulous start to the day with UK politics at the fore, and there it is again as I close my blip. I watched the film written by Donna Heyes, that Kendall and her friends/volunteers made called "Silent Voices" about some of the people the police killed in Portland. It was a powerful film, and an incredible achievement to get it all together, entirely with volunteers and during a pandemic. You can see it for free, and share it here. Donna's grandson Moose was killed at 17 by the police and she wrote out of her grief, to give the dead a voice. There is such a lot of good stuff going on in our world!