New project

- J's, not mine. After yoga, which was challenging - I've never yet managed anything approximating to chaturanga, and probably never will now - I spend most of the day working through a long list of phone calls and emails, almost all relating to J, and various admin jobs. I didn't mind a day at the computer, as we were immersed in a murky mixture of fog and drizzle until late afternoon. It cheered me to find J and M embarking on a new needlefelt project, with a heap of colourful felting wool on the bed, with their colour selections made and the bluetit's body well underway. J's plan is to make little felt birds to hang on our Easter tree.