I tripped over the footpath when I was walking home tonight and grazed my knee. That sort of silly accident certainly seems to hurt more than it did when I was a kid, I've found. So this evening has been lying on the sofa feeling sorry for myself while reading Vanity Fair.
Although I have made something recently: a rubbish bin. There was a metal bin in the laundry filled with plastic bags, and I manage to trip over it at least once a week. Then there was a lack of a rubbish bin in the study. So I took the bin:
covered it in pages from the China Daily Herald, painted it with tea and varnished it:
Perhaps I over-did the sepia toning somewhat, but it's a much better fit for our study now.
Now, I think perhaps an icepack for my knee.