Prisoner of Zenda Syndrome

I was feeling very organised yesterday when I left home to meet up with Liz and Kate at the BL to look at this. No, I told myself, there's no way that yarn I'd ordered from Germany on Friday evening would arrive; other deliveries were booked for the end of the week. Safe to leave home then. I got back to find two 'sorry we missed you; we'll try again tomorrow' cards on the doormat and a similar phone message.

I'm trapped, waiting and feeling like a prisoner inside my own four walls. It's funny how you always want to go out when you've got to stay at home...