Attack of The Phlegm

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You don’t want to know me today. Truly, you don’t. Why don’t you waddle on over here and be entertained instead? Or here, here, or here.

(Despite suffering an case of Incipient Death, knitting made progress yesterday and I am well rewarded by some magical progress figures at Ravelry: Ingrid made 20% complete, and the So-called Scarf is at halfway, even the desk mitts got moving last night and are about to leave the second cuff behind and speed up considerably. More of same today. Plus more hot toddys. Oh, and fish chips and mushy peas. Not sure how I got myself into that one. The peas are soaking. I need to thaw the fillets and make the batter. The jury is out on the subject of real chips v oven chips as the potatoes that we are getting at the moment are bloody awful tasteless ones. Does it matter? I can’t taste anything anyway.)

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The Scattered Thinker is somewhat past her prime, but not yet in any danger of giving up. In the Inter-world, she is often known as plumbum, or sometimes as ulygan. In the Real Life, she goes by the name of Beth. Beth is a roamer. She lives in a motorhome and has a backup static caravan that serves as a bolthole if needed. Bricks and mortar are very much a thing of the past. Contact Beth if you would like to correspond with paper and pen.

One reply on “Attack of The Phlegm”

  1. Do you still have a voice? I’ve lost mine completely! LOL (I also have “plegmy whemmy in the throaty woaty” (Blackadder)

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