Lunchtime concert, with post.

This is a dreadfully English scene I am afraid. The 'Wireless' playing BBC Radio 3, for the lunchtime concert ( I mean, how much footie stuff can you handle, on the other programs?), some lemons for a G&T after, salad dressing, or maybe pancakes, and a letter for the afternoon post.

I decided to enter a competition in Country Living Magazine, as I love a deadline, or some other pressure to get me to check over my work, and do something new. I think I get more fun doing the envelopes than the entry it's self.

I had seen the details of the competition about 2 weeks ago. Had I then prepared the material, decided which category to go for? Not a chance. I had forgotten about it until I found the form on the sofa during a sweep of the place. This was about 8.30 last night, and the entries had to be in the post by today. So this is not such a calm looking little scene.
I had taken my SD up to Boots to print off the photos I had selected, and the machine selected to ignore them all.
I trotted back to load them onto a memory stick, and got involved in a drama with a sparrow.
It was a very young fledgling. Hopping and chirping by a wall, leading towards the main street. It's parents were at their wit's end.
And then, of course I saw the inevitable black and white cat, trotting towards the scene.

I rang my son, after shooing the cat off, and asked him to bring a soft light tea towel.
We managed to scoop up the very distressed chick and popped it over the gate into the courtyard, where I imagine it had come from.
All seemed calm when I came back with my photos, popped them in this envelope and got them into the post. Using the expensive silver service, which all procrastinators must use, over and over.

The scrap of Tudor paper is the test run I did for the school. One of the most relaxed enjoyable jobs I have done for years, both the colouring and the script. It did look less obtrusive than brass labels I hope.