The NBM has gone away for the week, so I have time to myself. Which is kind of turning into time on my hands, unfortunately.... somehow it's not been as great having the flat to myself as I had hoped it might be.
However, my kind friend Monkee Maker took pity on me being a Billy No Mates, and yesterday she let me hang out at her place for a while, which was just lovely. By which I mean that being there was lovely - but she has a very beautiful home, too. It was almost - almost - enough to make me want to tidy up my tip of a flat when I got home.... but, sadly, laziness prevailed. Kitty, I think I may have fallen foul of that Lazy Slut Disorder you so often mention. It's a terrible affliction, isn't it? Do you know if there's a cure?
But anyway, I'm rambling... suffice to say that I had a grand time at the monkee house, chatting and knitting in good company. And MM, it was really great to meet you, and RGH, and the RBDs. And 007, obviously :o)
On a completely unrelated note, I've just had a little trawl through my old photos to see if I could find something appropriate to end this post with, and I couldn't... so I thought I'd post something irrelevant instead. Specifically, Glastonbury Tor:
Just to remind me that the sky is sometimes blue - which I find lifts the spirits a little when you're confronted with grey rainclouds, and there's a chilly wind blowing.
But gosh now, it's getting late and I have knitting to do. Over and out for today,