Went out with Mother this morning to the garden centre. I was super excited because I bought a beef dripping pot from the charity shop and wanted a little plant for it. Mum got me one, it looks siickk. I called her Bryony, Bryony Beef. Catchy.

We went and had a coffee at a little farm kind of place with chickens and bunnies and lots of children (not penned). We headed back as mum had work. I got the train into Reading to Meet Rog and we slash I had the laborious task of making a decision on what fabric I wanted for my shirt. We were in there so long.
We eventually got some, met Mama Rog, had a slight car park ticket drama, started pattern cutting (Katie is helping make a shirt as my birthday present) and sewing, had a mini break, more sewing, dinner, more sewing (by this point I was dying, I have never concentrated so long in my life. Katie is a hard task master) and then I got rewarded with some US state capital games on sporcle. To be fair Katie enjoyed it more as my brain had died. Oh and the shirt is looking siiiccckk.