Flossie liked her Christmas stocking. Well, most of the contents, anyway.
She was a bit scared of the mouse at first. I'm not surprised. This year's Whiskas mouse has the woolly body of a sheep and mouse appendages in green. It's enough to frighten anyone.
I have a cold. A steenkin' cold. A nose-feels-like-a-big-red-balloon cold.
Christmas tree is up and decorated (although the fairy at the top has misplaced her wings - they're held on by a tiny magnet and seem to have disappeared),
Christmas knitting is finished but unbloggable and my purple shawl is progressing slowly.
I've knitted 156 rounds out of 180 and the shawl's reached elephant's underpants size (technical term; copyright Blogless Linda) and each round takes ages. And concentration which is somewhat lacking right now.
Time for a hot drink and more paracetamol, I think.
This month's colourway from the Get Knitted Sock Club
is called Christmas Conga!
We're having a bit of a storm today (typical British understatement here) and I've cancelled plans to go out in favour of staying at home.
Soundtrack of the day: rain battering against the windows, wind whistling like a demented ghost.
creator of Noggin the Nog and The Clangers, uniquely funny programmes from a gentler age of television. There's a lovely story here (scroll down the article) about the BBC compaining about the language in The Clangers - how times have changed.
photograph copyright Channel 4
I was out early this morning, walking along the seafront before the frost had melted. Blue sky, bright sunshine and winter crispness - perfect.
Morning sunshine flooding through the windows makes such a difference to my mood at this time of year. That and the hot water supply being restored is making me almost cheerful today.
...have a major rant this morning about all manner of things including clutter, no hot water since yesterday, inefficiency of Barclays Bank and their call centre Out in India, etc, etc.
But I won't. Instead, I'll show you a cluttered flat surface. Grump.