Dull Sunday - Bossman came to ask for strong thread and a needle so he could mend the Schweppes sun umbrella he found yesterday. Cover is fine, just the mid-spoke stitching gone. I was shortening jacket sleeves and altering dress, so left him to it. Finished sewing, then did the ironing, listening to Steve Wrights Sunday Love Songs. Made coffee, Boss had his downstairs. I read for a while; good book, same author who wrote Chocolat. Similar setting, small town/village in France, but during the war. Blacker story, not so much of fun element as in the other. Finished chapter, then went downstairs to get the table extended for the Craft Club tomorrow. Boss insisted on helping, but muttering under his breath about 'more bloody women, suppose they'll want tea and cake as well.' I pointed out that they did donate a euro each, so he would be able to restock his larder.

I went back upstairs to download the Hallmark May schedule for Peter and Dot. Bit of a longwinded process. Download the pages a week at a time, then open them again in Acrobat to print. Don't like wasting paper, so print both sides, but that means taking each sheet out and turning it over. 10 sides in all, as I didnt bother doing the late-late stuff.

Bossman shouted that lunch was ready, to come and get it before it went cold. Tuna salad! But he had made potato salad, which I like warm, but can't stomach when it is cold from the fridge. Only complaint I could come up with was that he had cut me a slice of bread and butter which I didn't really want. Ate it though. Used it to mop up the rest of the salad sauce.

Boss glued to sport channel all afternoon. I took photo of anemones and used it as basis of new set of teabag-folding designs. Did a trial layout in Quark and printed off a few sheets, then cut and folded for an hour or so. Produced two finished cards with peel-offs for tomorrow to give the girls a kick start.

Charlie Badmash is pacing up and down, whinging for his fish. Bossman complaining that he is biting his leg, which is a lie! More likely raking his claws down it. If I get up to feed the cat, may as well feed the Boss as well, after which I shall go and sit in a comfy chair and read until I get a chance to grab the switcher.