Listening: to silence – and tinnitus.
Reading: I’ve just read GM Malliet’s Pagan Spring. I don’t think I’ll be reading any more of the series. I began to get irritated by it when I realised that, despite being set in some sort of West Country Midsomer, it was written in US English. And I prefer my modern detective fiction gritty rather than silly.
Watching: in lieu of Modus, we’ve been watching Rebecca Martinsson: Arctic Murders on More 4. Almost as far fetched as Modus, but the scenery is stunning.
Making: the cowl is making rapid progress, even though I have made it wider so I can pull it over my head if need be. Having worked with fine yarns for so long I’d forgotten how quickly Aran grows. I don’t think I’ll get it finished before this cold snap finishes though.
The sock wool I ordered has arrived. It’s every bit as beautiful as I’d hoped. Unfortunately, although I got the blue and grey for Wensleydale, he fancies the brighter colours as much as I do. A certain amount of negotiation may be necessary.
On the other hand, the sampler has more or less ground to a halt. As it says, flu has struck, and my ability to concentrate on embroidery when feverish is much worse than my ability to concentrate on knitting.
Feeling: like the curate’s egg. On the one hand, I’ve got flu, which means a lot of coughing and aching, but not much sleeping. On the other hand it looks as if, after nearly 12 months of bitter wrangling, the family legal problems may be all over bar the shouting (and there will still be a lot of shouting from the unhelpful family member, who is not one to give in gracefully). Final agreements have been signed and it should all be finalised next week.
Anticipating: tonight’s sleepover. The grands are usually pretty good when they’re here, but the VHC loves to be read to at bed time, and as grandad enjoys reading to him, it can get a bit protracted. Babybel will happily read to herself, but we have to check that when her light goes out, it stays out!