This is displacement activity

I should be 1: exercising; 2: doing the laundry; 3: writing the Christmas cards (sorree, everyone overseas, I've blown it again!); 4: several other things. So, instead, I sit down to write a blog entry. So far, so typical.

It's been a slightly hectic, merrygoroundish few days, what with Coven and the reappearance of the Antipodean Member, back in Blighty for a few weeks, and looking very well on two years worth of sunny colonial living. So nice to see her again!. Then teaching on Friday, ok-ish, no more. Chores and present wrapping on Saturday so that we could dash over to Leeds on Saturday evening to hand over the Cornwall ones to be taken down in person rather than giving them in to the tender care of the GPOaswas. Sunday, the AM came for lunch so that she could see the DSM and, it turns out, discuss a small semi-business proposition with moi, which is nice - we had a very pleasant time and didn't drink too much Prosecco. And the instant she left, H arrived, as it was around dog-walking time. So spending an evening in front of the telly with the lunch leftovers and the knitting was a welcome relief!

All this has meant very little time for any serious fibre or beading activity, unfortunately. The glittery scarf had to be restarted (who says garter stitch isn't challenging!) I found that the yarn has a propensity to mysteriously create extra stitches unless you count obsessively, and felt that eight or nine extra was probably rather too many to decrease or ignore, buggrit. So I suppose that I should put that fairly high on the to-do list if I want it finished by Christmas Eve. The blue silk on the moosie comes in very handy for a quick fibre fix in odd moments; the alpaca/silk gets a burst of an evening when the mogs have stolen my chair again. (Yes, I know I could throw them off, but they look so sweet...)

What else? Nothing of any great moment, other than the DSM having had a medical and now going round telling absolutely everyone that he has the lungs of a 34 year old. Yes, I am very pleased for him, but hearing it thirty four times in a couple of days (or so it seems), well, it gets kind of.....