Sometimes life is hard. Sometimes – unless you’re very unlucky – life is good.
The last few days have been particularly good here at TheTwistedYarn, (which no doubt means that everything will go catastrophically wrong tomorrow). The Toddler Twinnage have played adorably, the stoic spouse has spent happy evenings preparing to lay model railway track in the back garden of our brewery home (don’t ask), and I have had some peaceful knitting moments in the spring sunshine. The other day, on a whim, I decided to knit the entire world. (Pattern on Rav, here.) Progress is good, and I’ll show you the finished object soon. It’ll look better once I’ve stuffed it. It’s been fun to think about each country as I knit it. Here’s where I’m up to, accompanied by a mug of green tea and one of the cookies I baked for our work away day. (Had to test the cookies before inflicting them on esteemed colleagues, obviously.)
That cookie was good. There’s a lot of chocolate in that blighter. Rich, 85% cocoa solids kinda chocolate. 🙂
So we had the worky away-day, and the cookies were demolished, and the day finished earlier than a normal working day so I had a rare and blissful entire hour alone before I had to collect the toddler twinnage. And so I found a beautiful old pub on the banks of the Thames in rural Oxfordshire, and spent the hour sitting happy and alone by the river with a pot of green tea and my knitting.
So I knitted, and I watched the occasional narrowboat chug by, and I watched the mayflies enjoy their single day of life, and the swallows swooping and plunging to catch them, and the thuggish coots busying themselves on the water, and the superior moorhens paddling disdainfully past, and a crotchety crow harrying a red kite in the sky above. And then a ridiculous man launched a sail-boat from the opposite bank, despite the fact that there was absolutely no wind, and after sort-of floating listlessly and vaguely downstream for 20 minutes he begged a passing motor-boat to tow him back upstream, at which point he fell over-board whilst trying to tether his boat, then, soaked-through, he hauled his boat onto a trailer and drove away.
The housey yarn-bombing has not been forgotten, by the way. Over-excited ‘ta-da’ post coming very soon…