I got back into the habit of blogging. Over a year since the last post - disgraceful! Marc is away on some boring training course in Watford and has been since Wednesday. He won't be back until late tonight. Weirdly, during the time he's been away, Immy has actually managed to go to bed at a sensible time. I don't know what to make of this, but perhaps she's just going to have to have her tea at a sensible time as that appears to be the only thing that's being done differently.
I have made a start on Sarah's Urchin hat (Ysolda Teague). It's my first time using a provisional cast on and, frankly, I'm terrified. Oh well, worse things happen at sea and all that. Hopefully I'll get it finished by the end of the weekend (Tilly's party on Sunday notwithstanding) and then I can get on with Anna's beret and 101 other things. Plus, there is the small matter of tidying the flat and trying to get it vaguely reasonable. Although we don't actually have anything other than a vague timeframe for the move to Huddersfield (some point next year, provided Marc can get the transfer), I would still like things to be vaguely reasonable before then so that it's not all a mad panic.
