Hello, hello, hello. Not done this for a while have I? So that means lots of pictures - I'd click away now if you're in a hurry...
Still here? Good. Have you got a cuppa? Piece of cake? Okay - then we'll begin...
During an afternoon I head to the dungeon...
On the floor is where I dry my canvases and do messy, splatty stuff. That box has some of my paints in. I love the swivel chair - Craig's Mum gave it to me a while back. It's brilliant, I zoom up and down that room on it. The dark brown chair is rubbish and hurts my back so now it's just used to dump stuff on.
My desk - there's Craig through the window, scoffing the lunch his wonderful girlfriend made him, not suspecting he's about to star in my WOYWW at all.

As you can see my monster needs liposuction on his backside... don't we all eh? He'll have to wait.
Close up, because if you're anything like me you want a little rummage. My new Kaiser Colour paints arrived this week. Oh how I love them - was running
real low! The round thing is a polystyrene pizza base. I use them as paint pallets - when they are loaded up with layers and layers of colour they then get chopped up to make pretty, grungy things! Just started on that one so it'll be a while before it's pretty. There's a cup of tea under there somewhere too...

Turn around if you will, and there's my sewing machine...

Closer up and this is me laughingly trying to sew Number 2 Monster's latest Brownie badge to her sash. I say laughingly as it took me a good 10 minutes just to do that... and it was her home skills badge! Ahaha! I never know if you are meant to sew those things on by machine or hand or what.

The grey stuff is some stamps Number 1 Monster wants cut out and Ezmounted. The uber cool skully bag you can see is a Lunch Lady Jan creation that goes everywhere with me and that I love to bits. It's perfect for lugging my stuff to and fro each day and is like the tardis inside! So much fits in there!
So that's my desks today. I hope you enjoyed your visit, I can't promise to get around everyone else but I'll do my best and will definitely stop by all the desks that stop by here, just drop me a comment so I know.
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The following is a rant and purely for me to let off steam so that it doesn't seep into my Rocking Friday post...
We've lived in this house for nine years. For that nine years the lorries that reverse down the tiny alleyway next to us, to get to the steel fabricators behind us, have been reversing straight into our living room wall. Our landlord comes round and patches up the bumps and scrapes... and so it goes on.
Not one apology from the drivers. Not one. The couple of times I have gone out and politely asked for their details, to pass onto my landlord, I've been met with a gob full of abuse. I'd like to know how they would feel if I drove to their house and just kept reversing into the walls and then driving off.
Anyway. Today we get home to this. (You can see where the landlord has previously patched.) The wall has been hit so hard it's actually moved the wall.



Our living room wall... it's like this floor to ceiling.

I'm fuming. Positively steaming. Again no apology, not even a note through the door. I'm now thinking that one more big whack... well, I don't even want to think about it. And what if one of the girls is sitting there?
Landlord is coming round to inspect tomorrow. Bloke from the firm out the back tried to deny all knowledge.
Did I mention I am absolutely livid here?
I can't see any other option but to move now. And that really, really *insert several rude words here* me off. We are in a prime location here. A large green with park opposite the house. Library, train station, community centre and free carpark all opposite the house. School 5 minute walk away. My dad is a 5 minute walk away. We have a great landlord...
And we have literally been driven out.
What do we do though? We are going to ask our landlord tomorrow if he has any other properties empty at the moment... but what if he doesn't? We don't have money to buy or to place a large deposit. We have pets which most private landlords don't want.
Gaaaaargh! We can't stay though. I keep looking at the wall and looking at the girls. Makes me feel sick just thinking about it.
Anyway, just had to get that off my chest. Thanks for stopping by and letting me rant and rage, lovely people.
Ciao for now x