I can't wait until Friday.  I can have a lie in.  Having seen a Palm Sunday service in the middle of Camden High Street yesterday, I could do with going to church on Friday for Stations of the Cross, but, I need to sleep.  Lots and lots.  And I shall be in Church on Sunday.  Mum's visiting for Easter, so there's no excuse whatsover.

*yawns enormously and nearly knocks over coffee for the third time*.

Must remember to buy Jo's Easter Egg.

xxx

Meeting people.  This person (although, thinking about it, that's a really crummy description).  Jennifer.  She's absolutely lovely; and so are her friends (I shall say this once only, but CB, whom I had the good fortune to sit opposite, is in possession of a very fine pair of brown eyes).  Such huge amounts of friendliness left this particular Englishwoman somewhat overwhelmed by it all.  I should have hidden a list of questions in my bag, to refer to in case of need.  Ever since an episode involving Tig and one of his American friends (apparently I didn't ask enough questions...) I worry about that sort of thing.

So, we met, and we swopped postcards.  Both of us producing items which wouldn't quite have passed muster in the regular mail unless they'd been carefully cocooned in an envelope.  (I've just realised I failed to take a photo of my multicoloured cranes on Friday night.  Bother).  They were fun, those cranes: there I was, happily folding away, only to go and check the internet for all the interesting info about cranes as symbols of international friendship, only to discover that I was actually folding flapping birds, which are equally pretty, but not the same thing at all.  Not quite what you need to discover at 11pm.  It could have been worse.  OneWord was reading me 1984 and The Jungle Book throughout.  I need to digress here.  The dot com version of that website looks interesting.

Where was I, apart from rambling in a caffeine deprived manner?  Oh yes, overwhelmed by kindness and generosity and feeling that I must get myself together and make a better effort.  Jennifer collects leftover sock yarn to make the most gorgeous cards for charity: so if you do have any leftovers (Helen?  I can't believe that you don't, with that prolificacy in sock creation, did I make up a new word there?  Must invest in OED, complete version), then please send them to her.  Opinion round the table was slightly divided as to whether more sock yarn is required, but I know I'll have some from my Sockapaloooza socks, and that pink pair in Lorna's Laces (second sock suffering from second sock syndrome, because the cast on is tricky.  I know.  I have no easily portable knitting and still I've not cast on.  My bad.), and the cards are so ducky, that flying in the face of male uncertainty should be encouraged here.

In the meantime, and with the end of Joy in sight (decreases for sleeve started!  And I think I'm going to have enough yarn), I feel the need to return to the miniature lace knitting.  Which also requires a photo.  I am battery saving today - I need the camera this afternoon.  So, no photo now. 

Oh, and I also bumped into this lady in the yarn department.  It was a symphony of green coats, and I failed to make any introductions, because I'm entirely useless.  Oh, and looking at her blog, seems I'm the one of the few that's failed to see the Mason-Dixon-Knitting book in London.  It's launched upon most others.  Sigh.

If I'm leaving in half an hour, I don't have time to make chocolate crispy cakes for the bake sale at work tomorrow, do I?  No.  I haven't quite finished breakfast (I am stuffed full from yesterday.  Working on a Saturday requires chocolate to keep the spirits up: I was very lucky.  The computer spat a blue screen at me and then locked me out of the network after  I'd got 120 records submitted to the external website.  So, any loss of data on my C: drive is no big deal, and serve me right for not saving it to the network.  I have to get my password reset on Monday).  I have now finished breakfast.

xxx

   This is the scarf what came free with the Debbie Bliss Club.

That one that I was moaning and whinging about, with all the bobbliness of the yarn.

It's a gorgeously soft scarf, and it washes nicely in the washing machine.

Could the previous three sentences have been more boring?  Here.  Have some sockapalooza socks.

 This is the first sock in its earliest stages.  Crochet cast on, short rows, as per the pattern in knitty. 

Same sock, more progress, brown tights, dinky foot.

Finished socks, about a week later!  Yippee!  Aren't the wa vy lines gorgeous?

Liz and I, post knitting conversation, on Thursday morning, in Colchester.  Note new hair.  See next picture for my old hair.  I look all chin in this, don't I?

Old hair, and cabled hairband.  For keeping the ears warm.  In the absence of about 10 inches of hair, this is more important than ever.  I get taken ever-so-slightly more seriously with the new hair, you know?  But the old hair was quite pretty, when it wasn't being heinously messy.

xxx

London Buses on Oxford Street 

 Above, bracelets.  To the right, a phone box.  London makes life so much easier when it comes to chosing red items out-and-about.

Guacamole in motion to the left.  More buses below.

What luck is this, two red motorcycles!

And a taxi to continue the transportation motif.

I think we might just be ready to have a test.

Please.

Go to http://www.whaticaneat.co.uk and let me know what you think?  Please, also, let me know if there are still things that refuse to work. My head started turning inside out in confusion.

And speed.  Speed may be an issue here.

And then, when it's working, I shall be going to stick two metaphorical fingers up at the schmoes who tried to impede the process.  Namely, two ex-boyfriends.  I have not yet worked out the best way of doing this.

xxx

Ooooh.  You guys are good.  Heather found an error that I'd never find in a month of sundays (what happens if you look for a recipe and don't specify an allergy at all!), Jase pointed out capital letter crassness on my part, which I think I've dealt with using the joy of a cascading style sheet, and we have progress.

I remember the last time anyone gave feedback, it was about copyright.  It was big boss in my department.  The lawyers will check it, if I ever get to link it to work.  Sigh.  A dream.  What I really need is an entrepreneur and some time off work just to work on whaticaneat, and also better access to the database.  It has some issues with non-ascii characters, it would seem (these issues do not occur on the version on my laptop.  This is odd).

xxx

You guys really are good.  More pictures.  I'll have to try harder with those.  I did have ideas for immune system pictures.  However, pictures of cheese, and goat's cheese and milk, and tomatoes and so forth would make it a lot prettier, wouldn't they?

Please, do proof bits of it.  There's about 10,000 words in there in total: so I'm not expecting anything too intensive on that score

~x~