I've fitted as much as I can into the longest day of the year, but still I couldn't quite do it all. Plans to see a friend were scuppered by my poor memory. I'd forgotten I'd said yes to gluing, cutting and crowd control at the Buns school today. Help was needed on a fairly overambitious project - twenty four 7 - 9 year olds copying panels from The Bayeux tapestry. Many had the concentration of a goldfish, can't say I blame them, I'd have been bored by it too.
Time alone meant more making for Bobo Bun. A list of to do's as long as the day itself and a market to get ready for on Saturday. I sat content, surrounded by a ball or two of yarn and caught up with Saturday's Dr Who on the iplayer as I hooked and clicked away.
I also fitted in a spot of garden tidying. Mine happens in bursts when feeding the hens or clearing up dog poo and I end up pulling up a weed or two. Today I found a poorly tree about to collapse so I tied a length of ribbon around it and to another one to pull it upward again. Hidden underneath that saggy tree I found these heavenly scented roses.
Then there was still a wee bit of time left for faffing before collecting the Buns from school. Cushion rearrangement was the activity I settled on.
We ended the day with a meal together, a bonfire which has burnt all night and for the grownups we watched the latest Sherlock Holmes which was a brilliant movie, a wonderful end to a very long day.