The granny next door has a grape arbor and gave me PILES of grapes, so I decied to go all martha and make jelly. Little did I know, as I happily boiled them last night, that an outrageous smell was being generated. Only when Paul arrived home into the fog of it, did I realise what I had done. I went outside and came back in again. Sure enough, the smell was pretty awful. Needless to say the grape juice, lovely as it was, got poured away and no jelly was made. Sad really. Paul even has a cold and found the smell shocking.
I was going to make spaghetti squash for dinner and found that all the seeds inside had sprouted. I assumed this meant you can't eat it, though I am probably wrong. So I made regular pasta. Despite all these annoyances I later sewed a birdy on a sweater I have. It turned out a bit too chunky ( like an overweight pidgeon perhaps ) on the stretchy fabric, but gave the desired effect of sprucing up the plain sweater.