But also private, so bear with me.
This has been happening (when I am awake, so damned tired lately).
Nice simple skirt pattern in there, that I think will be very wearabubble over Autumn. Autumn, shudder. Stay summer stay.
Also a very nice Vogue pattern, but it will probably join the mini mountain of 'love but hands cannot cut out' patterns (knees and back protest too).
NOT in those colours.
Hospital went well, finger is healed so the infusion had the go-ahead. Joy. I am possibly not in as much constant pain as I have been - had to wait ages for a taxi yesterday as it's Eid (no drivers) and my poor knee was swollen and agony when I got home. The exhaustion side is a sod at the moment, but I suspect worry about family is partly to blame.
I am following dr's orders to listen to my body, get fresh air, not much direct sun etc etc. The bench in the tiny garden is my little bit of calm and beauty - I know it isn't much, but I love it. I sit outside for a while nearly every day, with a book or Sid or just me. The lady who walks dogs always waves and says hello, as does blokie over the road. Peter usually comes to visit:
and offered to help me bring the washing in.
OI! Piggies only, not Peters!
Knitting is sort of happening:
more of that particular bit of knitting to come soon.
I don't seem to have done much knitting at all really, so am aiming to make a shawl with this fabulous wool sent several years ago from a lovely friend.
I keep taking knitting with me when it's hospital day but anything on straights is useless because of the infusion - everytime I bend my arm I set the alarm off that says the drug isn't going in. Ooops.
That's it really for now, so have some garden piccies - the green bean plants are insane! I thought I was going to end up with one, five foot bean but the tiny baby ones have just started to grow.