Keep being thwarted....

That has to be imagined as being pronounced with an "ah" sound, not an "or". Heard it once or twice like that in Cumbria years ago and it kind of stuck.

And by it, I mean that I have tried on several occasions to get to writing a blog post, and have been stopped by lack of time, events, or the internet doing dam' stupid things - or not. Sometimes it has just packed up altogether. Grrrrr.

Flickr, too, has been misbehaving. I've tried twice to upload photographs today, and twice have failed, despite actually having quite a good signal on at least the second time. Again, grrrr.

So, a briefish, photoless post (again) just to prove that I am still alive.

Today, I have waved the DSM off to Cornwall for a couple of days to visit his mum. They will both enjoy that, I am sure. I had been hoping for a couple of days r&r, peace and quiet, whatever, for myself, but events conspire again.

This morning doesn't count - book group, and an excellent one, despite there only being five of us, and talking about a book that none of us liked. Which was a real shame, as it was packed, packed I tell you, full of textile history from this very part of the world, from the period when ccottage industry gave way to the manufactories just prior to the Industrial Revolution. Some of it was, I think, pretty accurate, some of it - the parts dealing with dyeing - were not, at least I don't think so. But I now am lusting after doing a bit of research to try to check it out. The book? "The Hawthorn Goddess" by Glyn Hughes. Who is a Local Author (and I use, on good authority, the caps advisedly......

Anyway, tomorrow's day of rest involves a couple of hours felt making with 330 (sic) five year olds (sic encore). I may be barking mad. I obviously can't do anything major with them, a brief run through with a marge tub and a potato masher is going to be about as far as it goes. It could - could - be a lot of fun, or it could be a disaster. My aim is merely to survive.

And the especial treat for Thursday is a visit to the quack. The first appointment I could get, phoning last week. At (wait for it) 7.25 abloodym. At least, I suppose, it gets it out of the way. I finally have the letter of referral about the capsule in my left eye, it has got sufficiently bad that it is significantly affecting my vision. I've left it as long as I could, having been warned that the likely treatment and possible outcomes were probably not going to be as straightforward as this very common condition would be in other peoples' cases - but I do now need to see what the options and risks are. I have reached the stage of feeling vulnerable again when outdoors, and am getting quite a bit of eye strain as the good right eye "carries" the bad left. Spinning and knitting are ok, but my eyes tire quite quickly when reading, and when I am outside, everything seems somehow out of kilter. Fortunately, I can still drive ok. Don't want to go there again, thankyewverymuch.

OK, that'll do for now. Hopefully, the photos will upload at some point and I can do the post properly, plus reporting on felting with the babies. I'll do photos there if they will let me.

Camomile tea, and bed, I think, now.