Saint Nicholas and Saint John walk into a bar...

Everyone else is blogging their little hearts out. Well, Norm and Becki are and they are the ones I read most. I just don't seem to care for it at the moment. No one will notice, I surmised... When the time comes, I'll get back on the blog horse, I thought. It'll be ok...

But no - Becki has ordered me to blog. She said it quite loudly. "BLOG" she said.

So here goes. If you don't like it, don't blame me!

In terms of news updates, funny snippits of my latest carry ons or jolly whimsy about recent world happenings.

No, I have nothing.

What I do have is a Christmas cough. My doctor has promptly prescribed a true treat for me in the shape of a five day course of that ever amusing atntibiotic - Amoxicillin. Watch this space for the New Year yeast infection to follow.*

I was overwhelmed (note mild sarcasm) at the joyful and plentiful responses to my early greetings for the season in last week's posting. I'll be frigged if I'm bothering repeating the sentiment this week.

Bah Humbug to you - one and all.

OK, I've just remembered one other thing I've been meaning to blog for a long time. My Christmas Gift to you all. You see, even in my darkest times, devoid of all festive cheer, I offer you something lovely... See, I'm not all bad.

Oh Yes. God Bless St John!

I have to get back to my knitting now. If you want to ask anyone about absent bloggage, ask Becki St John Sproglet where her scarf blog went. Ungrateful little blogging bully.

*Apologies for the earlier over share. (particularly to you Norm) It is a genuine possibility with penicillin though and besides, I couldn't resist a bit of festive fun meets seasonal ailment alliteration.

Snow

Did anyone else notice the snow? A lot like rain, but colder and more inconvenient.

Will it settle? Won't it Settle? Who knows. If it looks pretty for a day or so, that will be something to be thankful for. Pretty snow is ok.

I've not been blogging so much lately, what with all the knitting, but I'm sure you are a lot more interested in the weather, so I just thought I'd make a quick comment on that.

Christmas next week, so that is nice.

Another slice of Yule log anyone?

Take it easy and Season's Greetings. xx

Braces

Oh yeah! Braces came off last Wednesday. The process of getting all the metalwork, cement and glue off was pretty grim and uncomfortable. I've had a request for less detail in the blogs, but just to say it involved a pretty intense industrial sander type machine!

Ah sod it, (sorry Norm) it was so horrible, the orthodontist asked me to do Charlie Chaplin and windscreen wiper impressions with my feet to try and distract me from the dental agony and to get me to relax my jaw. The tactic worked, but I felt like such a nerd for needing this kind of intervention. He probably saves that for frightened eleven year olds usually...

Teeth feel a little bit sensitive since then. They do look pretty good though.

You'll have to take my word for that as there is no photographic evidence as yet.

Conversation about a scarf

My bus got caught in traffic this morning and it made me later to work than usual (I am usually late), but today I was later than usual despite my best efforts and intentions of getting in on time, which seemed a little mean, karma wise...

So, when I was telling a colleague, David, about the one hour, twenty minute bus journey – usually fifty minutes to an hour tops – I did say – “well at least I got to do a bit of extra knitting.”

David said – “Did you? Let’s see the knitting then, how’s it going?”

As I unravelled the scarf from around the knitting needles holding my arms further and further up in the air and the scarf still reaching the floor…

David asked - “Surely, that is finished?”

I said “but I’m trying to use up the ball of wool. I think it might be magic. It seems never ending.”

He said, “but that is getting out of control.”

“Well Becki said she wants to wrap it round and round, so I’m just going to keep going until the wool is finished. “

“Wrap it round what?” David joked.

“I don’t know”, I played along…”her waist? Maybe she is going to invent a whole new kind of wrap outfit.”

I showed him what remained on the ball of wool and explained, “it is less than it looks though, see it is quite squishy and hollow.” (the ball, still looks quite substantial, but is squishy and hollow now)

He gave the ball a squeeze and said yeah, “but there is probably another few feet there.” As I rolled the scarf back around the needles, he asked the question I’m coming to dread… “so when are you going to be knitting my scarf?”

I explained that Chris had already chosen his wool on Friday and there was at least one more to go after that. I also said I might need knitting respite at some point. David must have sensed the pressure and responsibility of my knitting waiting list (two is a list in my book) … He said he would be happy to put his order in for the 2010/11 winter season. I hope nobody else comes out of the woodwork that I have made passing scarf offers to. This new hobby is definitely testing my stamina.

Oh yeah, my Mother saw my latest scarf venture on Saturday too. She said – “Blimey, I’ve never known you apply yourself to anything like this before.”

I thought that was perhaps a little unnecessary!

Swim.

Why not check the latest on the Swim? It ends this week. Thank Heavens!