I had one of those days, when at 1pm I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I looked like someone who has danced through the night, had a tiny bit of sleep and could crash any minute, but certainly after lunch. But I kept going. The mystery of literature review seems to be sold by a member of staff at the study support, LCF. It is all clear now, what I need to do, I just have to find the time for it. I have not done any studying in the past few days and it does concern me a lot. But at the moment as things are I have to grab any work I can to survive the months. And the next one. And the next one. And so on.
The felted wool has dried (still hanging of the radiator though) and it looks more like a sheepskin than anything. I can’t wait to get started on experimenting with it. And once I have the product I could get started on the website. I need to find someone, who could help me with that in return for an item designed and made by Vondores. I find London a hard place to write. In The House with The Garden writing seems so easy. Here there is constant struggle of finding the time, whilst running after being able to keep our head above.
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