Monday, December 26, 2011



Nothing much happening around here.  It's a perfect Devonport summer day, which means the temperature wont get above about 22 celcius.  Nice.

Much to my surprise, the factory owner decided to close the place down for the Christmas/New Year break, which means I have a holiday of about 11 days.  Wow.  This gives me time to finish my current project.

I'm making a mat out of plaited and coiled fabric.  Started out using strips of my old clothing and then remembered that I work in a clothing factory where there are many metres of off cuts from stuff we make.  There's one company that requires stuff made from 100% merino knit.  So now I'm using that to make the mat.  The only difficulty is that every time I start working on it, it ends up covered in cats.  Here's Cilla Black making herself comfortable.

The cat hasn't so much 'sat' on the mat as sprawled all over it.  Apparently cats are fond of wool.  Fortunately Dusty Springfield isn't quite so enamoured of the mat so I do sometimes get some work done.

Anyway, I'm spending my time gardening, cat caring and mat making.  How lovely and relaxing.

Friday, December 16, 2011

Twilight Zone

I've had a weird experience.  The job I was interviewed for last week is done and dusted.  Didn't get it.  That's OK.

However, the people who interviewed me told me they'd contacted all three of my referees.  I've since contacted them and they say they weren't contacted.  So who's telling the truth?

My referees are all people I've worked with for years and whom I trust.  I've been volunteering at the other place for about three months and thought I trusted the people there.  I just can't understand why anyone would lie about this.

Frankly, my money is on my marvellous referees.

I don't understand dishonesty.  I'd much rather hear the truth.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Second Hand Rose

Ah well.  I've come in second for yet another job.  Got to be truthful here, I probably couldn't have afforded to do it as it was only three days a week at a very low hourly rate.  They've pointed me in possibly more lucrative directions so I'll just have to do the old dusting oneself off, picking oneself up and starting all over again, again.

In the meantime, here are the girls having fun in our back yard and that of our neighbours.