...bought a birthday present for a friend...
...discovered that you can buy a bra lined with memory foam (???!!)...
...sent a Post Crossing card to Poland...
...counted 60 plus bumblebees on the lavender...
...hoovered up the last bits of wood shreddings where Pandora used to strop the legs of my sewing desk and my bookcase to pieces instead of using the perfectly good and not inexpensive scratching post...
...had a bit of a cry over Pandora...
...cleaned up MORE leaves from the laurel which, no matter how many it sheds, still manages to look ridiculous lush and verdant and twenty feet tall...
...ate some soup for lunch that was well out of date, yet lived to tell the tale (me, not the soup)...
...met a friend from the school I left at Christmas, and had a chat about why would anyone want to be a teacher these day...
...shouted 'Stop shouting at your dog!' across the back garden at someone who was shouting at their dog...
...ruffled up Tybalt, because he likes being ruffled...
...Twittered a bit...
...bought some drawing pencils, a pair of pink polka dot shoes (66% off in sale) and a white floaty blouse (not in sale)...
...harvested shallots to be strung up and dried...
...harvested two courgettes in an attempt to get ahead in the Let's Try and Eat Courgettes Faster Than They Can Grow Game...
...unblocked the shower plug hole, because it is a skill only a wife and mother has...
...oversniffed some lavender and felt ever-so-slightly queasy...
...had several hot flushes...
...found three cunningly hidden cucumbers in the greenhouse that are almost ready to harvest...
...stared a bit...
...read a bit...
...ruffled up Tybalt AGAIN because he is very demanding...
...ate a spoonful of peanut butter straight from the jar. Hey, I'm a vegetarian...it was protein...
...muttered at idiots on the radio...
...talked to myself probably a little too much...
...lost a dongle...
...found a dongle...
...hemmed some trousers that have been waiting to be hemmed for, oh, about 6 months...
...invited a friend to dinner on Thursday...started thinking about what delicacies I was going to cook...
...wondered if I ought to order more copies of Nearly King Jimbo and place them surreptitiously on the bookshelves in Waterstones in a shameless act of self-promotion...
...chucked some jacket potatoes in oven for dinner as it is too hot to cook properly...
...and that's all. Knitting this evening.
Ooooh, what are you knitting? I find I prefer crochet since a friend taught me. Having said that, there are several unopened bundles of wool and a blanket of squares which I said I would finish last year that isn't remotely done yet. That's my winter occupation for those long evenings by the fire with a glass of wine and something nice on the tele... and now I've come over all nostalgic for winter. How fickle of me when summer's only just arrived. PS- we play that very same game with courgettes here, how strange.
ReplyDeleteI think 'tis a universal game o' courgettes. Well, for those of us who aren't newbie veg growers and are no longer excited about the proficiency of the courgette plant to produce mucho fruito.
ReplyDeleteI am knitting a hippo. And when he is knitted I am going to make him a flowery waistcoat and headband for his hair, so he will be a Hippy Hippo. And yes, hippos do have hair. They are just generally good at daily depilation!
My Gran tried many times to teach me to crochet. She gave up in despair. I am officially uncrochetable!
Love the idea of a knitted hippo! Is he for Kayleigh? You are obviously a Very Proficient Knitter, as I can only just about manage scarves and squares, and even they tend to come out lopsided. Oh well, practice practice. Enjoy Buck Pal today :-)
ReplyDeleteYou did so many things!! I like knitting also but with a young pup pestering me I don't think I would get too far! Sorry to hear about your cat :( It is so difficult when we lose a loved fury friend x
ReplyDeleteThank you, Lou Mary. It is so quiet without her, even though we have two other cats.
ReplyDeleteLove the idea of your puppy helping you knit! Any pictures??
No pictures of him knitting because usually when he grabs a ball of wool my first port of call is to retrieve said ball before he demolishes it!
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