Washing arrangements, a room of my own and tidy woods.

Sorry for the gap in posts -- I meant to write on Thursday and explain that I was going away for Easter; but that day turned out to be a bit hectic, so I didn't.

1. We booked into a National Trust bunkhouse and somehow ended up in the hall. Everyone except me and Rosey are sleeping in rooms with showers en suite. We are using the communal bathroom. This might sound a bit unlucky for us, but it means we have a shower each, a loo each and three basins between us.

2. Everyone except me has gone out. I am sitting in a sofa in the conservatory, a stack of writing magazines at my side. It is very, very quiet (except for the scratching of my pen).

3. The leaves are late coming out this year because it's been so cold; but it's lovely to walk in bare woods under the April sunshine. It's a bit like very early autumn but without lots of dead leaves messing things up.

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  1. 4. Scratchy fountain pens that feel so nice when they write.

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  2. 1. The leaves are just starting to come out, and they look like scrunched up little pieces of pale green tissue paper.

    2. A conversation over the dinner table about drugs turns to magic mushrooms, but no one knows where they would get some even if they wanted any, when Mum, who has been concentrating on serving the pudding, pipes up 'Oh, there are some in the woods at the castle'.

    3. Spending all day in my room in the attic doing craft things, finishing a cushion that has been sitting around for ages (which involved working out how to do buttonholes on my sewing machine), and doing a picture for a journal that turned out just as I had hoped.

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