FEELING pretty rubbish when I wake up…not a hangover – more stomach cramps and all-over aching. And the skits.
The paddle board has been drying under the smoker shelter and needs packed away which is good to get done.
I have some merch orders to make up and a new idea for leather Dave Arcari beanie patches to work up in the studio. The stomach cramps and general malaise are making it difficult for me to concentrate but I soldier on until Mikey arrives.
He’s there for a chat about some ‘issues’ and how they can be resolved. We spend a couple of hours having a very constructive blether before he heads off.
I pick up where I left off in the studio while Margaret build up a new chest of drawers in the bedroom. The Wayfair-supplied stuff is good value, but there’s zillions of bits!
In the kitchen i make us up some tortilla dough for tonight carnitas but flagging fast I light the fire and lie down on the couch.
We by-pass the carnitas as Margaret isn’t hungry and they’ll be wasted on me. I make a bowl of past with chargrilled peppers then off to bed.