• Buy bike, rack, identity chip
• Wind yarn Mum's jumper, my Welshman's Socks, OHP's mitten.
• buy felt
• buy ribbon (cream, 7mm and 9mm, black 9mm)
• collect 'glory box', yarn, sequins, feathers, glue spreaders from Brownies
• Deliver cheque to church for Brownies hall
• send cheque Race for Life (late sponsors, please feel free to use the link above until the end of September)
• Cast on OHP's mitten (at home colourwork project). Cast on.  Not actually joined to work in the round, but there we are.
• Cast on Mum's jumper (knitting on train project - it's ALL garter stitch mitres).
• Finish socks just need to be Kitchenered Retro Rib Socks from "Knitting Favorite Socks" in yarn that was a gift and for which I have lost the label.

• Gaffer tape/masking tape tin cans so No Sharp Edges
• Cut up rollmats for sitters
• Pack craft materials for Towersey
• Give Frogspawn21 music books
• Drop stuff off at charity shop
• Books for S.
• Post photos finished socks plus finished sweater  (which I am wearing in excitement having finished it at 9.45am today) plus most recent blanket square

(Yes, I am eating properly, my BMI is a shade under 20 but I am not underweight.  Just have very veiny thin wrists).  This is Alloy from  Rowan 43, made with on sale yarn from Liberty.

• Photograph knitting magazines from extraordinary coup at charity shop, put on eBay with proceeds to the charity in question (the extraordinary coup was that Rowan Knitting Books 1, 3 and 5 were there, as part of a pile of magazines on sale for £2.50.  I gave them rather more money: there's a batch of Simply Knitting magazines as well, and those do sell on eBay).
• Pack up box for Pocketina need to do note and address
• Pack up box for OHP need to do note and address
• Laundry (lights, darks, woollen delicates, sheets) All now drying.
• Attempt to go out for birthday drinks, deliver some more excitments from the haul to the birthday girl (who likes vintage knitting patterns)
• Buy stuff to go in boxes for Pocketina and Sara
• Mend skirt
• Reply wedding invitation (get card)
• Buy wedding present
• Paper for QG display
• Print photos ditto not got all photos, but mostly sorted into a folder ready to be copied to a CD and then printed at Boots Tuesday
• Photo socks OHP knitted me.  Deferred until I've de-fuzzed my elgs.  Or even my legs.
• Get wire coat hangers
• Mock up mobile (once have feathers etc from cupboard)
• Frame wedding photo Sam & Eff

For a wonder, I am feeling quite positive that this is all going to be done.  Next weekend, I am doing children's crafts at a festival, thus need to be All Organised.  The weekend after that is the Girlguiding UK Centenary Launch Party (the one which had me nearly wanting to strangle someone, I didn't really care whom, with yarn, as I wrestled with budgets about a fortnight ago.  I will not go into the financial farce that the event has become.  It doesn't reflect well on anyone), and I am doing table top pioneering and Turks Head Knots and Other Knots.  Quite a lot to organise there, particularly since this doesn't play to any of my strengths.  Dad will be doing Semaphore.  He says the practising is going well, but he is refraining from waving his arms about as he walks down the town high street as people really would think he was weird then.  Instead of merely suspecting it.

I ran into the Great Dane Puppy in the bike shop as I was buying my bicycle (which is green, has a basket, and is known as 'Jemima').  He was testing a bike as he's considering doing an ironman.  He is still debating - he loves the bike but it's vastly expensive.  I love Jemima, and have ridden her down to John Lewis to acquire the felt and whatnot (I didn't ride her to Primark, as there was too much traffic round there.  Marble Arch scares me).  If I have time tomorrow, I shall do a practise ride to work, just to check the route.  I should be able to make time, either first thing in the morning, or after I see Frogspawn21.  In the meantime, there is plenty enough to do round here.

Make my bed up, for starters...

It is warm.  It is not supposed to be warm this Sunday.  26° C or thereabouts.  Utterly lovely.  Probably not the weather to contemplate an hour's bike ride (checking the route to and from work) but that needs to be done.  I must time things, for starters.  TFL may reckon that it should take 27 minutes there, but it also reckons 27 minutes to get back.  It's uphill on the way back.

I am rather wanting a glass of fizzy water, so I may acquire some en route, you know.

And, then, once the cycling test is done, and books handed over, I merely need to finish packing, sort out photos, decorate the mobile, put things on eBay and then I can knit. 

Awesome!

xxx

Outbound: 45 mins, return 35 mins (got less lost).  Books handed over, packing finished, photos sorted but not burnt onto CD, mobile decorated and drying (and Tulip paint removed from the carpet).  Now to put the laundry away, and make a decision as to whether to do crafty things, or list on eBay.  I think the former.  The latter can be done tomorrow night.

xxx

If the only things I didn't manage were casting on for one new knitting project, printing photos (reliant on other people)  and list a whole batch of stuff on eBay that I didn't anticipate being on the list at the beginning of the weekend, then, frankly, I think I have done really rather well, even if I do say so myself.

Rock on!

xxx

Sunday, we visited Wells and Glastonbury Tor.  Wells is rather impressively cathedrally, but we didn't stay long (or pay to go in it).  We also drove through Cheddar, but it was FULL of people and we decided to come back another day.

Wells has some VERY scary lavatories.  One goes in.  One wipes the seat, and all of a sudden, out of nowhere, a voice BOOOMS to let you know that you are only allowed a certain number of MINUTES in the lavatory and please VACATE before the ALARM SOUNDS.  Then it played Barcarolle from Tales of Hoffnung by Offenbach (boop boop) (if you sing the bit from 'Barcarolle' to yourself, to the tune of Barcarolle, then the boop boop makes sense).  The urinals, apparently, just sang.

Site of the battle of Lansdown Hill, 1643, outside Bath, and Sir Bevil Grenville's monument (which we'd driven past so many times, I was getting very curious).

Wedding quilt top

And bottom

Debbie Bliss Comfort Square, sans bobbles which just looked too nipply.

Wedding photo (Kate and Nikki, the brides, are in trousers and in the middle).

View from the top of Glastonbury Tor

Really nice cloud

xxx

I've been in manic plugged in mode all evening.  The Brownie sixes are sorted out, 24 letters are signed, addressed, stamped, ready to go.  The folder is up to date.  I'm about to start laminating.  I also mended the oven (note to self, do not mend oven while my Welshman is waving around a pan full of oil and the gas is still on).

I have ordered spare parts for the oven, taken delivery of scissors, and created a pile of stuff.

I must stop my Welshman from laminating.  My job!

There will be wedding write up, but when I am a bit less manic...

xxx

Most mornings, when my Welshman stays over, he makes me lunch (he also, rather wonderfully, makes me supper in the evenings: I am well fed).  My lunches have vastly improved as a result.  Whereas, if I was lucky, I'd manage to assemble boiled potatoes, some ham, some chopped lettuce/tomatoes/pepper and some sort of salad dressing of a morning, I now have potato salad (with extra chives cut straight off the windowsill plant), cheese, parma ham, cold sausages, mustard, salt-and-pepper on the salad (lush), and most days, some Hula Hoops.  In my world, if I am not in the mood to eat, Hula Hoops will almost always slip down nicely.  I have a dreadful tendency to fail to cook (or cook the same meal several times over) if left to my own devices.  Last night I had baked beans on toast for supper.  Other favourites involve scrambled eggs; plain pasta with marge and freshly ground pepper, and tomato ketchup and cheese; pitta bread pizzas; tuna pasta salad; curry; soup.

Today I had to assemble my own lunch, and I did a pretty good job.  Hula Hoops, the last of the potato salad and the last cold sausage (with mustard), salady bits, a yoghurt and, wonders, I remembered that I'd frozen my last batch of homemade lemonade. 

At least I thought I had.  Turns out it's frozen water.  Nice, even so, but not the same.  Which begs the question, where, in my over-full freezer, is the lemonade?

I'm very lucky to have this dilemma.

In other news, I'm reading Candide, I've got photos to upload again soon, and we are gearing up for 26th September, to assemble a blanket as part of Macmillan Cancer Support's campaign to raise awareness about cancer patients who suffer from fuel poverty.  I've started my second square....  The plan is that all the Guiding types I know, plus lots of other friends will help knit or sew, and we'll be able to assemble a blanket.  That said, I am having a wee worry about having enough squares.  So, if you are not hosting your own World's Biggest Coffee Morning, I'd like to suggest that you knit a square for us, as we need 40 squares per blanket, and there's about 15 of us who knit at varying speeds.  We're knitting in shades of blue and neutrals, with the odd bright square to 'lift' the blanket a little.  Washable DK is suggested - fine by us.  As the cancer got really eeeevil, Em's hands found that mugs of tea got a bit lurchy, so I think it's important that the blankets we make can go into the washing machine on a wool setting.

xxx

Specifically, at H's house.  However, last night my right kidney started hurting, it was still hurting this morning and when, somewhere around noon, I decided I wanted my Mummy, I took drastic action and phoned the out of hours doctors service.

I now have antibiotics that are turning my wee an attractive fluorescent yellow-green, and been told to take ibuprofen.  This apparently works better than paracetamol for bacterial pain (yuck, yuck, yuckety).  I have dozed on the sofa, caught up with some very overdue letters, made lists for Brownies (and need to pack some health forms from Pack Holiday into envelopes for storage), and am going to do a bit more of the same.  I have even, drumroll, eaten a banana and a chocolate bar, along with two yoghurts, so I must be on the mend.  You now, if I want to eat and suchlike.  I still hurt, but not so badly, and I don't feel half as pathetic, so I think I've made the right call here.  I may even quilt the quilt, which is due to be presented next saturday.  No one will thank me for turning up to Bath with an unquilted quilt that needs sewing, and there isn't a suitable table to sew at anyhow.

The Great Dane Puppy has been wonderful.  He's hoovered the sitting room, de-yucked the kitchen floor, put the new showerhead onto the shower (this is great, water now flows, and showers are rather quieter.  The showerhead was full of limescale bits, really nasty, and the widget that we used to use to take it apart went awol about a month and a half ago, so the showering experience has deteriorated rapidly since then) and cleared the sofa of Em's knitted goods so that I could sleep on it.

My Welshman has been wonderful at while at his Festival, and I'm seriously hoping that he manages to find a phone charging place today, so that he can call tonight.  I miss him, people.  Gently, but enough.  I want a hug.  I did get one from the Great Dane Puppy, but it's never the same.

Here.  Photos from Wales last weekend, and of Fiona at her wedding.  MichaelSean, the Fishmongers sign is JUST FOR YOU

Why yes, I am a little damp.  I'd just walked under the waterfall in the background.  This was scary, noisy, slippery and I couldn't see.  All good adventurous stuff.  With some damn good scrambling.

xxx