At some point in the afternoon I abandoned the packing.
It was too early to start on the wine and there were no choc chips left in the baking cupboard so the only alternative was wool therapy. I drove to a wool shop to buy another ball of sock wool that I'd run out of after knitting 3 socks. You knitters know what it's like, if I don't finish that 2nd pair of socks asap that poor lonely little sock will reside in the drawer of unfinished projects forever.
So wool shop it was. £20 later I came out with the ball of sock wool...and another ball of different sock wool...and 3 balls of wool that looked like the kind of thing I might make something out of one day when I finally finish knitting socks. If not then they'll make great loft insulation.
Wool shops warp your mind.
[Btw, for those of you who don't normally read my blog I do actually write about home education sometimes. Really. ]
2 comments:
lol lol lol lol
I still haven't started packing, at all!!!!
Its Thursday evening and we leave first thing MOnday!!!
I have a cold.
So no explanation needed there.
Wool is subversive. It appears to be so wholesome and unsexy - but it talks dirty. *Take me home**You can't even think of all the things you can do with me but you know you must have me**Play with me**I feel goooood**Press me to your face* And then you take too much, fell guilty as never before and hide it somewhere so noone else knows how naughty and extravagant you've been.......... Sorry. Carried away.
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