Unless I am actively working all hours I feel as though I am playing hooky. I think that this may be a relic from my office working past where there was a terrible culture of presenteeism. Latterly I worked part-time 8.00 - 12.00 but I still got raised eyebrows and tutting when I packed up my bag at 1.00! Or perhaps it is the natural Calvinism of the Scot.
Yesterday appealed to my skiving tendencies. It doesn't take much snow to make me declare that we are snowed in. The children may have been picked up by the school bus but for me it was a special kind of day - Jasmine got 2 walks (one in the snow, one in the thaw) and when a friend popped round for coffee because she couldn't get into her work in Glasgow I nattered my way through a couple of refills. Work was fitted in between these distractions in small pockets of time.
Yet when I look at the amount actually sewn - there doesn't seem to be much of a difference from a normal day- I managed a box of linen doorstops and a prototype fabric lined litter bin. Perhaps I should play hooky every day.