Continuing with the theme of being observed by animals, there's a cat sitting outside the french windows staring at me whilst I argue with the sowing machine. All french windows should come with cats like this.
Onto the important part; HOW THE FUCK DO YOU SOW THE LINING IN A JACKET?! Any hints?
On a less frustrating note I've worked out exactly what I want to do with my life:
1. Hunt down Bill Bailey and pay him to follow me around, narrating my entire life to the tune of Rachmaninoff's Prelude in C-sharp major
2. Finish this bloody jacket
3. Encase Stephen Fry in a small glass-walled box and use it as a far superior substitute for telev