How the dickens is one?
(I suspect I may be overtired, just go with it)
Not much of any worth happening here - tired, achy, tired, queasy. But mentally quite chirpy and in the mood for making things. So far I seem to have made a mess and not much else but what the hell.
I unpicked the cabled cardi back to the ribbing, redrafted it and started again - so far it seems a) less bunchy uppy and b) less destined to fit someone three times the size of my daughter. I have things that really need finishing asap and am going to have to force myself to put this one down for a while - there's something incredibly soothing about cables, I love them (I do them WITH a cable needle as part of what I like is the motion of the cable needle).
No piccies yet, will take them tomorrow if we get any daylight.
We seem to have gone straight to November here -
Health-wise this is the sort of thing my house is full of. I could set up my own mini Boots, or make a bit of dosh loitering at the school gates. That's only about half of what I get delivered - and I now have a big tub of calcium and vitamin D3 to add (HUGE things, they would be impossible to swallow unless one was a shire horse. They are chewable, will brave one tonight).
I think this is rather rude to us cripples:
PSidney continues to be a delight - he has a new 'trick' which consists of squishing his little face against the bars of his cage every time I come out of the kitchen, all white fur and cute mouth and nose, then he wimpers gently as if to say 'food? me? food for me? yes?'
I hasten to add this is AFTER he has been fed. And had fresh veg. And a nibble treat.