Mr T carved me a stamp last weekend — with an unpicker. I tried to do it once with woodcarving tools (the people at the store must have left out some crucial information!), and all I ended up was with a barely usable eraser with a bad motif on its side.

I drew the design, did the transfer, and off he went. He did come back with a sore neck and almost bloodshot eyes, but he was a trooper indeed.

And I spent the Sunday not doing work, for the first time in a very long time.