If I can. As I can't.

I think my skin is getting paler, thanks to phable and his magical cider vinegar. Dad came in from work two nights ago and gave me a concerned look before asking if I was ill. I miss the heat and the sun, but I don't miss yellow skin.

I need to visit the Ipswich craft market soon and find some ribbon for the little pewter key charm I bought. I want to dangle it from a choker. I already have some black velveteen, but I'm using it for my jet heart charm and it's a pain to untie. I'd like to make my own jewellery. Particularly image reliquaries, but I don't know how to get the images onto something solid. Other than using glue. And I'm sure that's not how it's done.

Dad's offering to take me to Kelmscott Manor on Wednesday! I'm disproportionately excited. He's going to be bored out of his mind, and I know I'll embarass him by scurrying from room to room squeaking violently becuase 'there's the very sofa on which blah blah blah happened!' and 'sweet merciful crap, that's so-and-so's pyjamas!' 

I cannot wait.