Cracks open champagne

I made a story banner. I mastered (loose translation of the word) cutting around things and pasting on and figured out feathering (sort of) and at one point had four images on the background before I realised it looked too much and went for something simpler. But I could have had them if I'd wanted to! And I worked out how to toggle between open images instead of reopening them each time (duh).

So quick sneak preview because I haven't actually finished the story yet and that's more important, but still! Banner! By me!

I made it black and white as a cunning way to make it all look less pasted on...then spent ages wondering why I couldn't turn the text a different colour.

Any suggestions for improvement gratefully received, as ever.

( banner, cut because I'm kind and it might make you wince not because of the banner's contents but the ineptitude on display )

The Three Rs

I just wrote four pages of 'Boundaries' in the car as I waited for E to finish her soccer practise. I'm now studying them dubiously.

Why can't I write legibly anymore? I was scribbling, sure, but it's less words than a freeform wavy line.

I'm resisting the urge to press the paper against the monitor and hope the words magically import into Word.

Cut and paste, the old-fashioned way ;-)

I don't know why I did it; it takes forever to transcribe so it's not really a time-saver. But it occupied the hour, I guess.

And the world becomes a scarier place

Part of David's candy haul from England, among the innocent jelly babies, the tangy-sweet sherbet lemons, were...

Fruit Allsorts.

Labelled proudly 'No liquorice here!'

My world went a weird shape for a moment there.

Liquorice Allsorts, apart from the ones with the pink or blue bobbles on, were never my favourites but they're a cherished part of my childhood nonetheless.

And I just ate one of these imposters and it tasted like Play Doh.

We are not amused.

(Yet somehow I ate another as I was typing this. Oh God, they taste vile, take them away!)