Ill. Very ill. Poorly sick. Only knitted 4 rows since Thursday so it must be bad.
The Man has also decided to do some DIY and wants help which unforts won’t be forthcoming. Helping the Man with DIY requires more strength and tact than I can currently summon. Sorry darling. Sorry front door. Sorry cat (if we had one).
He’s currently singing though so perhaps the preliminary stages are going OK.
I made some chocolate chip cookies earlier. Note for future baking sessions: too much cookie dough in one dollop does not spread evenly into a monster cookie but just wrinkles up into something which resembles a cowpat.
Tastes OK though.
Chrimbo tree is up. Presents all bought and waiting to be wrapped. There are ominous sounds of sawing coming from the garage and kung fu ‘Yaahhhh!!’ noises.
Wish me luck, gentle reader, wish me luck.