It’s a strange thing being ill, because you can’t imagine being any other way while it’s actually happening. I’m really pathetic when I’m ill too, like I might die any minute*, and therefore people should bring me things, indefinable but nice things.

*So far this hasn’t happened.

I’ve been taking the Victorian sounding ‘rest cure’, which basically involves sleeping all day (which I can do because I don’t have any children, and am therefore legally obliged to make the most of it while I still can). But suddenly, at about eleven last night, I felt full of energy, something I’d completely forgotten I’d ever had. It felt fantastic – so fantastic that I thought I’d make something, so I made up this little pouch, with some scraps of fabric in what Isaac calls ‘an eye-burning combination’. What does he know? He lives in corduroy. Not that there’s anything wrong with corduroy, but it’s not a fabric known for its experimental colourways.

I had planned to make myself all sort of nice things this week because we are going on a plane on Saturday for the first time in two years (pesky masters degree) and I am deeply thrilled. New York! Shopping! Eating! Needless to say I didn’t make very much this week, but this does solve one thing I’ve been cross about for years. Why do iPod cases never have room for your earphones? They’re the thing that get tangled up in the bottom of my bag. But no more! They have a house! And if I ever find the slipcase for my iPod that will fit easily inside as well.

And finally, here is my little cat Charlie, doing one of her odder things this morning. Whenever I file my nails she comes running, leaps onto my lap and pulls the emery board into her mouth. Then she runs off with it and bats it around the floor. I have no idea why, unless it sounds like nails down a blackboard to her, and if she kills it the pain will stop. Unfortunately for her I think it’s hilarious so have a huge stack of emery boards, just waiting to go…