It’s been a doozy of a couple of weeks. Not long after I’d cleaned away the last vomity carrot chunk (sorry) and we were all looking on the mend (but not quite), a temperature soared and then it was all about the ‘other end’ (sorry again). It’s all a bit of a blur and now I am left with pondering which of the emails I did actually respond to and which of the emails I telepathically responded to and which of the recipients of the latter are likely to have the foggiest. There have been cancellations and not quite getting around to the rescheduling, shopping for essentials and not quite remembering the loo paper (cripes) and a bazillion wheat bags that never quite made it to the School Fair...
I tell you, we’re looking top-to-toe toasty this winter.
Although apparently it’s tricky to tackle a nose itch,
when you’re arms are weighed down by kilos of wheat.
There has been a sad lacking in on-the-ball parenting and the igloo building (from sugar cubes) homework is still not quite half way.
And while a few weeks ago there was the uber efficient crafting of pink, pink, pink (sorry Gina), for the sweetest bundle, there were not ‘just the right’ buttons in the button stash. It’ll be ‘just the wrong’ size if I don’t hurry and haul my act together.
And because there were Two Whole Weeks without anything on the sticks and then there was a realisation of great clanging clarity that knitting is the thing that keeps me semi-sane, I finally cast on that cowl I’ve had bookmarked for eons...
and while it isn’t quite finished and I’m still not quite back to my old self, things, thank goodliness, are looking distinctly up.
Now HOW ON EARTH are you lovely lot?