February 21, 2007
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Hmmm
The office suddenly, randomly, and (thank you God), briefly smelt of feet.
Really smelly, cheesy, male feet.
And I am the only one in here at the moment.
xxxHow the heck did it get to be past 7pm, and me still here? Still, I’ve managed to get some of what I wanted to get done today done, I’ve got one more thing to do (it’s brainless). It was an interrupty sort of day.
And, when I’m home? I shall post my finished socks (the latest pair, finished in the wee small hours of this morning – I couldn’t resist sewing over the picot tops edging, despite the fact that it was gone midnight) and block them, I shall knit some more of my flamingo socks. I shall wind the yarn for my Anthropologist’s socks, and I shall swatch for Indiana Jones’ sweat band.
I shan’t go to morris, since I ought to be there at 7.30pm, and it ain’t gonna happen.
xxx
Comments (2)
That’s exactly what Limburger cheese smells like. I ate some last year. First, last, and only time for that.
By the way, I am quite jealous of your recent proximity to Sara. In case you’re the sort of person who feeds off the envy of others. It’s OK. We all are sometimes.
Oh dear.