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Living on the Edge 138; Backwaters

Oh hello Everybody, are you there? I have been melting this week; I am not a hot weather person. I’m happy for any of you that are but give me a stiff breeze, sleeves and cup of tea over swelter, spaghetti straps and iced mocktails any day. How very English of me to be harping on about the weather. Back to matters in hand…

Recently I completed a commission: Living on the Edge 138; Backwaters. The little houses were very peaceful and happy to oblige throughout the building stages, nobody got ratty or clumsy. In fact, you might have thought the patron saint of paper houses was presiding over proceedings. That was until it came to logistics whereby the saint curtly bade us goodbye and a mischievous goblin took over the reins. It is a long and curly tale that involved a place named Guist, not a small amount of stress and a trip to the Post Office the next day where we finally managed to part company. I have since received word that they are all safe and well and so they can hopefully return to their harmonious existence …

Have a lovely weekend and I hope your happy temperature finds you… xxx