I should never make plans. It doesn’t suit me and it never works out.
I was away to town today. That was The Plan: I had the bus to the ferry booked and my hair appointment made. I had intended to visit Ingrid Budge‘s photo exhibition and to call in at Kirkness & Gorie to see if they had any Mont d’Or left. I was going to take my camera around the kirkyard and shoot gravestones. I was hoping to call in at the glass shop for a sheet of glass to play with in my “studio”. Oh, yes, I was full of it.
So who woke up with aching bones and no voice this morning?
Absolutely no voice whatsoever. Scarcely even a whisper coming out. I had to get Mr L to make the phone call to cancel the bus pick up.
Now I have to figure out what to whip up for lunch, not having been to the shop for fresh veg and salad.
And especially BAH! since I found out that I could have gone to see this as well.
I wish that this was finished, then I could snuggle up nice and cosy.
I was working on the blankie at Spinning yesterday and spread it out on the floor to see how it is shaping up. I took the opportunity to photograph it but the lighting in there is awful. My blankie is much prettier than it appears in this shot.
I might knit some more of it. today. Perhaps in bed. I can’t get warm just now.