- Remember the parcel FL lost on the way to the Post Office? Some kind stranger must have picked it up and put in the letterbox, because I just received a refund for the returned garment - woo hoo!
- My copy of Colette Jasmine turned up - it had been delayed at Customs before reaching the e-tailer. It looks fab! I have cut the paper pattern and am itching to get started.
- I bought a vintage blouse... and waited... and waited. Then I emailed the online shop. Their server had gone loopy and marked the blouse as sold without telling them who to send it to. Me! So they refunded the postage and sent it First Class - with a free magazine enclosed and a discount code for next time! It is fab : ) I will show you soon, because...
- It is Socktober... but I have not yet cast on a pair of socks. This must be rectified! It is practically Christmas after all :O
- I have almost finished the second sleeve of Betty Jean - all that is needed now is some steeking and front bands. How long can that possibly take me?!
- My new driving soundtrack is The Cure's Greatest Hits. I have no words to express the sheer joy of rediscovering these songs!
- Another baby has been born. He can have a hat... once I finish knitting it. It's not his fault his mother drives me nuts ; ) I should have that ready to show you by the end of the week.
Denise and Sandy: thanks for the reminder about myeloma and fungus in lungs. We lost our best MM blog friend that way, but had shut it out of our minds. FL thinks he is improving. We remain vigilant!
Lorna: Thank you for the link to Otis! : )
Sarahel: It's still such a taboo to marry across the generations. It can feel pretty lonely sometimes, 'cos we don't really fit into the usual social circles and the world at large treats older / younger relationships as a joke or something sinister. But you know this. If anything I write strikes a chord with you, well, "Hello sister! High Five!" :D
I was thinking... when I first decided to come back to my FL, I had this vision of him in his happy relaxed retirement, sitting under a tree doing crosswords in his chair, while I pottered around the garden in the sunshine. I hadn't twigged that I would still be working full time to pay the mortgage while he was home alone, in pain, with nobody to talk to. So unfair! But at least I am here for him. He's not in a Care Home! I mean, really, how many lovely lively people are consigned to a care facility just because they happen to be old and frail and haven't got "someone"?