Working and not having fun

The downside of having a retired spouse is that they can do what they like all day, and I can't. Not for one second suggesting my spouse is a layabout - he is very hard working and productive - but it is hard to trot off to the office when he is going to Bunnings. I want to go to Bunnings too. The shed boxes of mystery continue to appear, here's an ultrasound of number one, I think at 12 weeks. Geez we stared at this trying to look for a family resemblance. It's a blob! But it's our little blob.

We painted the laundry on the weekend - it has been a semi-approved disaster zone since the day we moved in. Which is fine for the cat litter tray and all my dyeing but we thought a coat of landlord's white would make a big return for not too much effort. And we were right! It's amazing, should have done it years ago. It's still clearly not Vogue Laundry but it doesn't scream 'swampy nightmare of filth' anymore. Which is what we wanted ... and we are patching the hole in the wall too.

I have happily been doing more lino prints, although I forget to take photos. They don't seem to be getting much better but my technique has definitely improved. I have a noticeable arthritic pang in my right middle finger bottom joint after an hour of cutting, which isn't great. I choose to blame it on my computer at work (it's not my computer at work).