On with the show

One wedding over. It was a lovely day and the HappenStance prototype PoemCard made its first appearance. Since then it's been slimmed down, tweaked, its leading changed, its titling endlessly rearranged, its backside information fiddled with. But some gorgeous envelopes are on order. The end product is very very close.

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HappenStance poem cards

Gillian gets married on Monday. Gillian is the person who does almost all the graphics for HappenStance and she's my daughter. This week she's been not only running in and out of Edinburgh, with her boyfriend, making wedding arrangements, getting cake tins (she's doing her own wedding cake) and so on, but also sending me images for the pamphlets in hand.

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Winners!

Excellent news! Janet Loverseed's poem 'Portrait of Henrietta Moraes on a Blue Couch, 1965' has won the Grey Hen competition. The Judges' comments are very interesting too -- worth a look.

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Summer, what summer?

After a nearly glorious day yesterday when I walked along the beach with my son, who is visiting, today it's back to rain. A bit of a blow to find that a fourth leak seems to have developed in the conservatory roof. Oh dear. Something expensive is going to have to happen soon. I work in there!

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Four wheels on my wagon

It continues to be a non-Summer Summer. In the conservatory, the three dishes set to catch the drips caught quite a number when we were away (so did we).

However, for the first time in ages even the shadow of a migraine is absent. It probably won't last but at least a little clear mental space is a delight. And I'm proud to say that I did spend one day cycling quite a long way down Loch Lochay and back and was none the worse for it: not exactly athlete territory but better than sitting for ten hours at a desk.

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Every word suspect

End of another week of primarily pamphletterie, although not being actually asked to do jury duty was part of it. On Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday I dutifully turned up at Kirkcaldy Sheriff Court. On Monday we waited for about an hour, then were sent home. On Tuesday we were there rather longer, while phone calls were made and people came and went. Then we were sent home again. On Wednesday, the thing started to happen after only about 40 minutes. They put all the prospective jurors' names in a glass bowl and select them. Mine wasn't selected. So I came home and did get on with quite a bit of work, thankfully.

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