Getting there

I have all my pieces cut out (though not to a very good standard) and am now cooking lunch. I can see that I shall be stitching all afternoon to make the deadline. I’m feeling very resentful of the time taken away from my sock, which I very much want to complete and then move on to the next thing. Knitting makes me happy content with my lot. Stitching makes me feel highly discontented. It’s difficult and frustrating and raises my stress levels. Knitting puts me into an almost transcendental state. Contemplation of knitting, on the other hand, makes me quite excitable. I love startitis. I really do.

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A Month in France: Nothing is Lost

A Month in France: Nothing is Lost

I am lagging on the Month in the Country prompts, and lagging badly at that. I have a list of prompts t be caught up on and I shall be working my way through them here, or at Scattered Thoughts depending on where the post most naturally sits. I have elected to tackle the prompts not in date order necessarily but to seize upon prompts that offer me space in which to write down the things that I am feeling the need to say. Even if I need to crowbar it in. The thing is, I am going to continue to be short of time and space in which to write and so a two-for-one is useful and I hope to do as many of those as I can. Seems like a plan? … Continue readingA Month in France: Nothing is Lost

Oh, deer

Oh, deer

Nell and I had a lovely walk this morning. The weather has cooled considerably and there was a very pleasant breeze. We both made better time than of late. … Continue readingOh, deer

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