October 11, 2009

• Busy missing...

  There would be a list, but I'm missing my Welshman terribly.  In the past couple of weeks, he practically moved in, and it's been cosy, and lovely, and nice.  And now he's not here, and I'm not entirely sure when he'll be up in London again.  A good side.  He's moving up to London from Bath at some point this week (not sure where in London), and that'll be lovely.  We might just get to go on dates.

  We have never been to the cinema together, but have done dinners and a ball.  I went stark staring mad this morning, and, instead of hurrying to be ready for the rugby match, I booked us tickets to see Enron.  In February.  This seems like mad forward planning.  I also bought tickets for Calendar Girls just before it closes.  I may need mind bleach afterwards.  I think Daddy is perfectly happy with the concept of Jerry Hall nude.  It remains to be seen what his reaction to the 80-something (and terribly brave) June Brown nude is.

  Rugby was grand fun.  Apart from Mr Still Attached bouncing up to greet me "Hello Lover!" (and not in a West Country burr manner), and asking how my love life was....  This has been going on for two years now, and shows nary a sign of let up.  However, he's easy enough to ignore.  One twisted ankle, one split lip (inside) and one split eyebrow.  All in the last 10 minutes or so of the game. Two fingers broken 3 weeks ago sent off for further medical attention, although, frankly, they should have gone at the time.  

  Yesterday, I went to the Knitting and Stitching Show at Ally Pally.  I didn't buy much.  Yarn for a friend, some pretty yarn for me, and a sock kit.  I also subscribed to The Knitter Magazine, as it is just too lovely, and they had a special show special offer which was special There's a sight too many specials in that sentence.

  And now?  Well, my Welshman just called while I was mid blog, and I have remembered that I am yet to get him a birthday card (it's on Friday), and I may make one.  With a teeny-tiny knitted hat on it.  That would be rather fun.  Thus, I feel able to make a list.  Five minutes of conversation.  I am Entirely Lame.

  • Make bed (I stripped the sheets off this morning)
  • Last load of laundry (include muddy jeans that I am currently wearing)
  • Tidy sitting room (aka put The Great Dane Puppy's girlfriend's laundry in his room, and why is she doing her laundry here? She is the only flatmate's girlfriend I have ever known to do her laundry in a shared flat in which her boyfriend is living).
  • Finish Sara's mitten (I got about half way last night.  Colourwork is addictive).
  • Download free REM album
  • Cook potatoes for next week's lunch
  • Resist casting on another Urchin with my pretty new yarn (it's Colinette something-or-other and it was £4.50 a skein). Keener on the mitten.
  • Brownies Accounts This is vastly easier now my Welshman counts up the cash.  He used to cash up the tills at the Oxford Street Waterstones, and, thus, is not scared of my piddling piles of small change.
  • Enter some Brownies into GuidingOnline
  • Teeny tiny hat for card

  xxx

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