Listening: to Choral Evensong on Radio 3.
Reading: I finished Iain M Banks’ The Player of Games last night – couldn’t go to bed till I had done so. I was surprised to realise that it was 30 years old. It hasn’t dated much, unlike Asimov’s Foundation series. The second time I read those, I found the sexism intensely irritating. Now I’ve moved on to Bill Bryson’s The Road to Little Dribbling, which is as entertaining as all the other Bryson books I’ve read.
Watching: The Bridge. Of course.
Making: no cycling, and only one hour of subtitle reading, leads to less knitting, especially with a heel to turn.
Bet you’re bored with pictures of socks.
The same is true for samplers.
However, not sitting in front of the TV for several hours does encourage Creative Sprinting, and working in sketch books, although I’m not going to show you the outcome of that!
Feeling: hassled. The gas boiler saga continues. It started to make a strange noise, so the gas man came again. He fixed the strange noise – it was, as Wensleydale thought, the fan. But then he found a problem with the whatsit which regulates the gas supply. So he’s coming back on Thursday to fix that. Fortunately it is working, and the weather is warmer anyway. Plus, although we’ve put the house sale on the back burner for a while – house prices are apparently falling, so we’ve missed the peak anyway – we’ve decided to carry on with the Swedish death cleaning. And we’ve got some chairs we need to take for repairs. But I do want to get out for a trip, so it’s going to be a busy week.
Anticipating: that trip, down to Walford Mill, before the current exhibition closes. We’ve been intending to go for a while, but life kept getting in the way.