Attack of The Phlegm

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.)

One Comment

  1. SpinningGill
    November 29, 2008

    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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