I think I'm a little tired tonight, I just got home from work and I realised as I stood outside our flat that I was trying to open our front door by swiping my work security pass in front of our keyhole.
I make things, mainly because I can never keep my hands still.
I am a terrible speller, but an alright cook. If the world is coming to an end like it does in my favourite book Dust. I think being able to cook might be more valuable then being able to spell. But you never know, you might need to pass a spelling test to get into the survivor enclave.