September 19, 2005

• My Mother spent an hour and a half on the phone to me last night, about Jon, and his ex, and his Mother, and his sister, and...

  
  

  Look, I'm just not really in the mood at the moment, my Dad is sleeping on the sofa (he's doing DIY for me), I've left the camera at home, and the chain fell off my bike this morning.  Add to this litany of woe the fact that my computer rebooted for no apparent reason, and seems to have lost a couple of settings?  Well.

  
  

  I think I got out of bed the wrong side this morning.

  
  

  On the plus side, despite being knackered, yesterday's Morris Dance Out was one of the best yet.  I pulled an Australian in an RAF uniform on the train home from Goodwood (no photos of him, but there will be photos of the frock - so many people said so many lovely things about it), very gentlemanly, one gentle kiss before he leapt off the tube, he took my phone number but didn't do anything useful with it yesterday: if someone could translate "I'll phone you tomorrow" into English, that would be nice, because I know that the female translation of the phrase is not always the same as the male translation.  I'm not too bothered if he doesn't get in touch, but...

  
  

  I am ashamed for being such a curmudgeon at the moment.  It'll wear off, I just need more sleep.

  
  

  Oh, and the HESA return has been committed, with less hassle than the one that went earlier in the year, so I'm a bit less stressed.  I just need some time in.  There's also a pair of socks I need to photograph to show you (Eff's birthday present, so I may not reveal them until after her birthday).  And, in a rather stupid moment, I agreed to knit a banner for the Morris Team.  I thought Rowan lurex in silver on a black background - it's a rather detailed picture.  Where do I get knitters' graph paper?

  
  

  xxx

  
  

  p.s. background and border match the ferrrock.

  
  

  
  

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  Whatever it was that I require, I've run out of it.  Gone.  Nada.  Just.  Sorta.  Kinda.  Blah.  Or bleh.  Depending on your own personal preference.  I can't quite muster any enthusiasm for anything, other than the latest pair of socks on the needles.  I'm knitting Wendy's Generic Toe Up Sock, which makes a change from top-down socks.  It's got a short row heel - I much prefer the short row heel to the strange thing with a flap but I didn't do the last one terribly well.  I think I know where I went wrong, now, since the toe of these socks also uses the short row technique, and it looks bonza.  Mind you, I haven't knitted up all my provisional cast on stitches yet... so it could still go horribly wrong.  With forty minutes to go before I can decently depart my office, and the sure knowledge that there is plenty to get on with, this is not a helpful situation to be in.

  
  

  I'm simply tired.  Stop the world please, I would quite like to get off for a while.

  
  

  xxx

  
  

  
  

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  Your Inner Child Is Surprised

  You see many things through the eyes of a child. Meaning, you're rarely cynical or jaded. You cherish all of the details in life. Easily fascinated, you enjoy experiencing new things.

  
  

  How Is Your Inner Child?

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