Do middle-aged men always revert to childhood? Given a choice of absolutely anything he wanted to eat for his 50th birthday dinner, what did my man choose? “I fancy Italian,” he said. Fair enough, nothing wrong with that, it’s a fine cuisine. But… this on further interrogation appeared to come down to meaning “pizza” in …
Monthly archives: December 2008
What to do?
Well, I finished the mitts and now I have to sew in forty-two quadrillion ends. I made an abysmal job of the mitts. Truly awful. I plan never to knit fingers again, not even teensy ones. Especially not teensy ones, come to think on it. I need a distraction before I inadvertently pick up a …
Safely home
Five to eleven and all the shopping put away. Time for a long soak in a hot bath and a good stiff drink
I don’t like this
It’s 9:30 pm and my stress levels are somewhere up around roof level
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10
1 – the Earl Grey sock is complete and grafted 2 – the Kollage square needles disintegrated on me just as I finished casting on for the second sock 3 – I am now reverting to knitting desk mitts. Little finger completed. End in sight. 4 – I sold a scarf today, for a tenner …
Playtime
Here we are then. Twelve whole hours to myself. What luxury! I waved Mr L off, despite the fact that we had not yet seen the ferry leaving Stronsay. We blanched a little at the sight of the large waves out in the Sound. “Oh, well…” he said – and shrugged his shoulders. I can’t …