Wafa’s last day for a while. All is stress and anxiety.
And on top of that, Theo and his family aren’t on the way after all. He has COVID. They weren’t planning to celebrate until Saturday which perhaps leaves a little time to cancel the turkey and freeze the cranberries. But it’s sad.
I reached the armholes of my EPS sweater. And what should arrive in this morning’s post but the Schoolhouse Press EPS leaflet! I spent much of the day hovering on the brink, calculating and re-calculating the sleeve. I finally cast it on and actually ribbed a few rounds.
Thank you, Mary Lou and Sarah, for your comments about the cat. Alas, I can’t find what I wrote on the subject. I think with a little rearrangement I will be able to feed her myself. I’ll put a folded blanket at the foot of my bed, which is how she used to like to sleep. We shall see. Maybe she’ll prefer to stay in the kitchen with the Aga.
Wordle: threes and fours without exception today. Alexander and Ketki were the only fours, on either side of the pond.
The blanket on the foot of the bed sounds and idea, especially if it is a favourite of hers. And I've always thought the way to a cat's heart is through its stomach. We are taming next door's cat which is very nervous with Dreamies (not to steal his affections, I promise but to make him less likely to hiss at lash out at us in Our garden!)
ReplyDeleteI’m probably around seven hours behind when I read your blog so too late to offer encouragement, just hopeful wishes that your day turned out all right. At least I think I have the time frame right.
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