Handles fitted and now for attaching the feet

 So pleased to say here are the handles …

Ok so the handles were really ok to fit in the end.  However, the feet have been giving me problems.  I need to delve into the friendless world of carpentry to get those right.  Nothing makes me more annoyed than furniture you are scared to move because the legs are precarious.  I want hanger bolts M6 size and T- nuts M6 too.  

I have to go now because I had a really bad night where I think my parents gave me Covid.  I’ve been coughing for most of the night and feel like a zombie today, oh dear the effort of it all!  Also our road is regularly visited by a very large badger that raids our food waste bins the night before bin day.  I have met this outsized miniature hippo of a badger face to face, I don’t know who was more scared of who but let me tell you they are weird looking close up, to be sure.  His coat was very coarse and his head was the most odd shape, but saying all of that, his Mammalian gaze was just as engaging as a cat or dog.  I was pleased to see he was so big and fat and wondered how old he was.  I put him at about middle adulthood because his shoulders were immense.  No cat or dog walks around with shoulders like that!  Well of course I shrieked when I saw him and he jumped in surprise which made me smile afterwards, but I didn’t hang around because I felt uneasy at the thought of his dental profile and jaw strength, kind of thing.  I have a very very vivid imagination.  Not that it does me a lot of good, on a day to day basis, but at least I can make it serve me well for these artistic projects.

I came across an old sketchbook the other day where I had scribbled “I hate art”.  I remember doing that, because I could see what I was sketching and I remembered that my friend had almost head butted me in a car park, because she was getting divorced and I sketched various trees at her allotment.  I never saw her again and I forgot all about the trees, but I remember thinking that art had only really caused me pain and didn’t get me any money, made me lots of enemies and consumed large amounts of time that could have been spent studying to do medicine or accounts, my two other loves.  

I’m going to stop there because I’m starting to get weepy, which is so feminine and stupid.  

If I had  been born a man I would have had the strength of my convictions etc, instead I have been “born into the slavery of being a girl”.  

Anyway, there are two things that I have never felt or experienced in any way, one is being bored, the other is being lonely.  Which I am noticing now is extremely useful.