Deadline tomorrow. I'm at that stage where there are a few things that just aren't going to happen (but I know that's normal).
I also know there's no way in hell I'm going to win. But winning's not the point.
I've lost a stool. I'll have to cope.
But the tea-light shade trial is working a treat. The internal pillars are glued on to the back wall and drying under a pile of books. The external pillars are downstairs recovering from their 'grunge wash'.
And the night is still young...