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They say blind people never actually fall asleep.

It’s fair to say that this week has had it’s highs and it’s lows.  It started badly with a snoozy Monday at work which was SO boring I could almost feel moss growing on my skin.  Tuesday was no better, boringness descended into a blinding headache and an evening of being peeved.

Wednesday tho – well, let’s say that the commuting bubble has well and truly burst.  The bus I got on in the morning on the way to work actually CRASHED into a parked car, meaning a delay in arrival at work and a story to tell everyone.

Then I had to leave work early to go to the dentist on the south side – which meant another 2 buses there.  I have had so much dental work done in my life that I am usually not phased by even the most brutal of root treatment, but for some reason (possibly too much anaesthetic) I was like a loon, trying to remove the dentist’s hand from my mouth, mumbling, etc.  I was even crying at one point and the nurse had to hold my hands down so I didn’t smack Mr Personality-Less in the chops. 

So after my ordeal (which has another phase to it in a few weeks, sadly), I had to wait for another ice age for a bus, along with a very elderly and infirm looking Pakistani gentleman, who I exchanged pleasantries with during the epic wait.  Only for the bus to finally arrive and the driver give us both a hard time for me letting Mr Old Man on the bus first!  I am not sure if it was racialism disguised (it certainly seemed like it), but I had to give it to the driver with both barrells, through my entirely numb face.  I told him to concentrate on the driving and I’d worry about the etiquette, dickwad.  Huh.

 Yesterday was duller than I could possibly imagine, with my job interview being shelved after it turned out the job was based in Edinburgh (I would never hack the commute there, if I want to kill myself going 3 miles up the road).  So my day off was cancelled and I came to work instead and worked on applying for as many jobs as I could find. 

Then today … yes, more dullness.  I’d like it please if someone could possibly inject some purpose and/or excitement into my life!  Chris Tarrant has still not rung, so he is now officially in the bad books.

Next week I have the prospect of a lunch date with Shereen Nanjiani to look forwards to (more on that once it’s confirmed) and a craft evening in East Kilbride, and that’s all before the grand opening of the Glasgow Craft Mafia.  Onwards and upwards …



I’m Claire and I live near Glasgow, in Scotland. I have strong family ties to Cincinnati, too and regard it as my second home. If I had to describe myself in five words, it would be thus: Does. Not. Suffer. Fools. Gladly. I’ve been cross stitching pretty much all my life, but professionally since 2005, first as Miso Funky, then as The Bellwether and now under my own name. I'm known for my witty, sarcastic and occasionally profane typographic designs. My work has been featured in The Sunday Times, The Guardian, Channel 4 and on BBC television as well as numerous media outlets across the globe. At one point, I was kind of a big deal but I mostly just dabble in it these days when I have time. My website is a repositry of cross stitch charts, travel and food blogging and you'll find it at I also love to travel and eat, ideally travelling somewhere great to eat something brilliant. I'm fascinated by social history, particularly the Victorians and will absolutely beat you hands down in a quiz about the Tudors. Dogs are LIFE. I like being in water and have lots of ideas that will never see the light of day but would definitely be a winner on Dragon’s Den/Shark Tank. I love to give people gifts. I! also! overuse! exclamation! marks! sorry!

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