Yeah - my aim at posting once a week has rather fallen by the wayside. Since coming back from Iceland, I had a couple of months of horrible stress. It's levelled out a bit - but I suspect it'll be back soon.
- I spent a weekend with my sister (which will be a separate post, somewhen).
- I had a birthday. I hate birthdays, but even by my standards, it was hideous this year. To add insult to injury, I didn't get a birthday cake.
- Mr Knitty and I spent a weekend in Salisbury; he thought I needed to be cheered up a bit - and he was right.
- Aunt S and I went to a recording of The Last Leg on Friday. Apparently if you stay in the restaurant having another glass of wine, and only arrive at the studio ten minutes before the deadline, you don't actually get in to the audience. Oops!
- For reasons beyond this blog - one of my colleagues has gifted me a bracelet, I'm also starting a new pair of socks. You'll notice what they have in common.
Meanwhile, last weekend I spent the best part of two days feeling ill. (I'm not 100% recovered. I did try some knitting, but it was sporadic. It's really difficult to concentrate when you just want to be asleep.
Whilst scrolling through Netflix, I found the National Knitting Evening broadcast in Norway in 2013. Oh, I so want to visit Norway now. I'm wondering if I could persuade Mr Knitty to come with me on a knitting tour of Norway for my next Big Birthday.
During the evening, people were sharing their knits, via social media. This was my favourite: