OK Friday. I am officially coming at you with determination in my heart, a saw in my hands, and glee in my eyes at the thought I might finally do a job that I've ignored for a LONG time.
The other day I was singing along to the Gorillaz song "Clint Eastwood" and Little MDMRN (14) said that I ruined the song. The real conversation:
Little MDMRN: Ugh, you know all the words? You're ruining Gorillaz
Me: I'm ruining Gorillaz?
LM: Yes.
Me: I'm ruining a song from a band that came out my senior year of High School?
LM: Yes.
Me: Proceeds to sing more and louder
It was finally dry enough to get some proper gardening done this afternoon. Shattered now, but did have some pleasing feathered visitors while I was out there.
Also one of our regular wood pigeons, who I am very fond of, although less so today as they are prime suspect in the investigation to find out who crapped in the bird bath within 5 minutes of it being cleaned and refilled.
Right. Off to do sensible things. Happy to take suggestions for artworks that should contain a knitted chicken below. I've worked through my essential list 🖼️
A few notes - I'm being silly calling this perfect/ the most important add on of all time; the numbers are based on a combination of old data + extrapolations; and it's not 100% accurate. But, it's fun.