Oh yes. Getting ready for a busy weekend.  What I hadn't managed to factor in was that I'd be ill, and thus also feel anxious about, well, everything.

There. I've said it. I've got it out in the open. I am an Anxious sort of person. We shall move on. I don't want to go into pettyfogging details.

I do want to show you what I made, with Franklin.  A Tomten, small enough to fit Norman Bear (aged over 100).  Knit Nation was awesome - the Bohus film was amusing and interesting, and class with Franklin was an absolute blast.  I love the jacquard garter technique (I can't wait to see the sock pattern), I loved the knitted on i-cord (I love that it's much simpler than I thought it was, and that I could use it to make button loops if I wanted to), and I loved the way we looked at the evolution of the pattern, from multiples of 7 to multiples of 8. I like a little maths to spice things up.  It was a very warm classroom - apparently they turn the aircon off in the building over the weekend, and this did not work well with a burgeoning lurgy, or with a semi-solid yarn (at one point, I was convinced I was starting a migraine).  I revived in the evening though.

I went sightseeing.  In London. Specifically, I went to see Lucia's London House.  We got lucky - the rain had stopped falling, and there was that marvellous light that you get when bright sunshine is bouncing off deep, grey, threatening clouds.  Over the other side of the square, directly opposite, we found Olga's house.  It looks like it's been recently refurbished, ready for rental - I have never seen such a shiny front door!  And the steps, spoilt with polished granite. No patina at all.  I do like London when the sun comes out just after the rain - the last picture of the set, of nothing in particular, captures it perfectly.

After which, there was curry, and giggling, and Peter Wimsey, and an in depth debate of how awesome Captain Jack and Gwen Cooper are, and some really rather gorgeous blue yarn (Lorna's Laces, Honor, in Fjord. I love it. It's a semi solid, and the colour changes as it moves under the light).  And a hidjously long journey home, and an interrupted night's sleep and I do have a list, but I wrote it on paper.

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Tomorrow, we're going to walk the London Bridges, @frogspawn21, @ciorstaidh84 and I as Guiders, and get badges (squee!), and then I shall have a barbecue with a heap of friends.  There will be Pimms.

Tomorrow, P will be flying to Australia for a fortnight.  So he can't come to the barbecue, and he can't meet people.  I'm hoping that a zombie might arrive for breakfast on 23rd June - better than him trying to navigate the train system.

Tomorrow marks two years since Em died.

I think we can say that my attitude to tomorrow involves mingled emotions. At best.

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However, I've forgotten....

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