I have a list. Not a particularly long list but things that needs to be done in order to get to the 'aaaaarrghhh' stage that I inevitably reach 2/3 of the way into December.
Then I stopped at the car garage to check on a little thing on my car and they had a valet slot and suddenly my list is useless and I'm back home waiting for my car to be fixed and properly cleaned. Four months of dog walking and post football and rugby match pick ups have taken its toll. It's muddy. It stinks. And on Sunday I need to pick my parents up from the airport... do you know what I'm saying?
So the list has to be re written and re-jigged. Nightmare though because the electrician is coming tomorrow and the boys finish at midday on their last day. And I promise to meet a friend for coffee before we all go our separate way till January. And if the natural progression of this cold is the same as Mr M I might be comatose tomorrow too.
I"m not stressing out though... I'm remarkably ok with it but that is probably due to the copious amount of paracetamol flowing through my vein.
So after I finish write the last few Christmas cards (I must be the only person who still does... we got 4 this year... and one is from School and the other one from the rugby club... doh!), write down what I need for a Nutella Cheesecake, I might sit down and knit a few row of my new hat:
I'm at the mindless knitting stage and it's perfect. 9" of st st... bliss. The pattern is 'Sockhead' hat and it's free on Ravelry. I will also be listening to 'Serial'... wanted to check out what the fuss was all about ... listened to one podcast and I was hooked. I'm not even sure I like it that much... I just need to know what's going on even though I have the sneaky feeling that not much will be resolved at the end. Such is life.
Anyway, I must stop rambling on and on... things to do and places to go... I wonder when they'll return my car...mmhhh