The snow is finally disappearing after what seems to have been a very long week of snow, freezing temperatures and more snow. Today the sky is blue, the sun is out and it's beautiful. Our lane and most of the pathways are terribly icy so I very gingerly walked the dogs around the village - they are the Torvill and Dean of the dog world, I'm more like a hippo in a tutu.
All I could think about was that if I did slip over I mustn't put out my right hand to save myself as that's my crocheting hand and I have a rainbow to complete for next Sunday. Thankfully I didn't go arse over tit though I had a few near misses. Hmm I wonder if I could insure my hand and wrist for millions like these sports people do??
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| It's crochet Jim but not as we know it |
I'm quite disappointed that the blanket isn't finished yet but it's been a particularly bad week with one thing and another going on. Being creative may be a cure for being down in the dumps but finding the motivation is bloody tough. I did zoom off up to Manchester on Tuesday to see my idol - Paul Banks, do a solo gig at a very compact and bijou venue. We were right at the front...my undies may never recover.
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On Thursday I had an interview - get the flags out - but what a complete and utter farce and a waste of time. I turned up to be told they didn't know who I was or why was I there. Did I have my CV with me? No. There followed a very hurried 5 minute interview with some reprobate who tried to convince me that in return for doing all of the admin work and wages I would get a measly £10,000 a year. I've never heard so much bulls**t in such a short space of time so I hope he got the hint that he could shove it where the sun doesn't shine. Meanwhile it's back to crafting and being productive - not that it gets me anywhere but it's keeping my brain active in its impending old age. At this rate the entire village and its inhabitants will end up covered in one of my creations.
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