Ah well, in praise of modern women, flexibilty and the foolishness of offering to help, these plans are put off. Instead - I'm off on a slightly less glamourous trip around the M25 to collect an essential piece of equipment for Mr Dunnit's workshop.
This is not a complaint you understand, more of a 'how do they do it' poser - I mean, these celebrity scrappers and card makers have lives and children too (and mostly they have waaaaaaaaaaaay more children than I). So what am I doing wrong? Answers in less than a lifetime of essay writing please. And if you see me in my little green rocket on the M3 or M25 today - give me a wave - it'll make me feel like a celebrity!!