Oh my goodness, these levels of angst are just too awful to live with. The cows are just impossibly difficult but I have to do them - no choice. The Great Big Cake is proving a bit of a challenge too. The moulding paste got a bit too dry and cracked a bit making my mermaid look about 80 years old. Apparently you have to use vegetable fat to stop that happening. Aha. Now I know.
OK. How to organise things:
1. Remove disastrous bit of cow wing and redo it properly.
2. Make items for cake off cake and glue them on.
1. Work on cake all morning.
2. Drink a bottle of wine and forget all about the cows.
Oh I just need to calm down and never ever take on such difficult work ever again. The whole thing just makes me feel ill. I see how people end up having nervous breakdowns.
Mr Smith and I went to B&Q to choose a fire and some wall colours for Kent. Mr Smith chose traffic warden yellow for the bedroom. Is the man colour blind? I went seven shades lighter. I then chose a particularly pale colour for the sitting room "atmosphere". I will wear him down on that one. As regards the fire I told him I want anything except the Smeg. He came home and ordered the Smeg on line. I am now worrying about curtains and carpets. I just want a quiet life. Get an interior designer.
Look, when those cows are done I can stop screaming.
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