Today I face the manure plant people in the town hall, in a meeting lead by that dreadful mediator.
Plan for car ride:
Round and round and round and round. In lovely Ravenclaw colourway, self dripping yarn from Wolop.
Plan for meeting:
That’s a chocolate Sinterklaas! I’ll be keeping him in my purse, scrunching bits of it inconspicuously. Rustle rustle nom nom nom.
It’s done. Meeting is over. Not too much damage I think. We were manipulated… and have to fix that at a later time. But it’s doable.
Now the car ride back. Can I start a toe in the dark?
I’m with Pippi: