Today is one of those days, you know? When it's cold and raining outside (in November, why?), and it doesn't seem worth going outside and the dishes won't do themselves you know, and it seems like the best thing to do is just stay home and tidy up.
On the plus side, however, now that downstairs is cleaned up FrockProject can continue to ramp up the pace tomorrow (the downside of sewing on your dining table is that you need to move all the food-related items off before you can start sewing).
An open letter to the Welsh rugby team:
Wales, I have always tried to like you. My surname was apparently derived from the Welsh some centuries ago. Years ago when I learned Highland dancing I also learned the Welsh clog. Your supporters are passionate yet generally polite. I enjoy the choral singing (great work with our anthem, btw).
Your players strike me as genial and hirsute men collectively surnamed Jones (and the occasional Alfie just to keep everyone honest). You have a long and proud rugby history and are current holders of the Six Nations trophy. So why on earth do you persist in talking yourself down?
To be fair it's always been likely that the AB's will get a Grand Slam this tour - but Scotland and Ireland both talked themselves up, showed a bit of moxie. Yet you have your former captain quoted as saying: a loss by 10 points or less would be "a virtual victory".
Sorry, I can't get behind this. If you don't believe in yourselves I don't see how you can expect anyone else to do so. So being beaten by 20 points was, really, a fitting outcome.
PS: loved your response to the haka, appropriate and spine-chilling on both sides.
The frock I made on Friday has a bodice printed with little reddish-burgundy dragons:
Interestingly the Welsh rugby team are also known as the Red Dragons - see how much I want to like you, Wales?