I took the instruction to cover the page literally enough to justify using a knife to spread my squeezy, blobbed-out golden syrup, and totally ignored the "powdery" requirement - after all, this book is about creativity and breaking rules, so I feel justified in a little creativity around the rules on the page.
Not to mention, if I had left the golden syrup as it was, it could have bled through to other pages. Not a problem in one direction - that page is done - but in the other direction I could have ended up with great difficulty completing my next task. In hindsight I regret this slightly, as the book is in part about letting go - but I can't and won't go back to try and fix it. I don't make any promises about doing better next week, either.
It's a slightly worrying thing, to have a book with oats and golden syrup in it. What if they get all over my bookshelf/book pile/general bedroom space? If it gets too hot will it run? Will it cook and fill the room with delicious flapjacky odours? Probably not that last one; I think that's my hunger talking, time to go eat.
Mess by Not Him.
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