Believe it or not, I'm not referring to my inky fingers as a result of last night's Swansea Christmas crop. My black chalk inkpad decided that the start of the first of two classes, both requiring heavy inking, would be a good time to fall off the plastic base, requiring me to carry out said inking by holding the little piece of sponge that contains the ink, in my fingers.
By the end of the evening I had ink in places I didn't even know I had.
And do you think it will come off?
My title, in fact, refers to the fact that I bought a Poinsettia on Thursday. Guaranteed until January it said.
I've managed to kill it in two days.
Have a nice weekend xx