3″ square, giraffe (brontosaurus?) from a fish base. Sadly only has three legs, but we cope.
Fold fish base, fold in half down centre, squash fold the small triangular flaps, then valley fold them in from opposite ends (one side of each as if you were making a crane, one side of each as if you were making a waterbomb) to make front legs. Fold up one side of the fish base as if making a crane neck (including the narrowing) then inverse squash fold the end of the other, to make the back legs.
Now not so much like a fire alarm, more like a pneumatic drill right next to my head. Not self harming is actually physically painful right now – My hands are aching in a way that I know is completely psychosomatic. I might try to get into town and pay in last week’s payslip, which will at least stop me from staring at the walls. When I was fitter, on days like this I’d walk to the 24-hour supermarket and then just pootle around it for hours, not buying anything and just looking at the stuff and the people. It was warm, indoors, brightly coloured, had a toilet, and was full of people who would probably notice if I suddenly tried to top myself. Sadly, due to being physically wrecked, I no longer have that ability.
And now it’s pissing it down outside, so no chance of me going to town either. Maybe some cleaning will help.