Twellsy, I don’t think you would have enough yarn, judging by this pattern.
https://petiteknit.myshopify.com/collections/adult/products/cumulus-blouse?variant=8288375570487
Twellsy, I don’t think you would have enough yarn, judging by this pattern.
https://petiteknit.myshopify.com/collections/adult/products/cumulus-blouse?variant=8288375570487
Thanks Gus
I will knit it single then - that should see me right
It will be my covid project
Oof
Uurrrkkk
Flump
I had to go to the Post Office, so used the trip out to get some local potatoes & eggs from the Farm Shop*
*Adam’s Happy Hens
Called at Tesco Express on the way back, to buy some Booze, it’s been that sort of day, & they had the square root of Eff All in the way of necessities
Another one closing at 10pm, instead of Midnight to restock the shelves
Carinthia.xx
[vodkity]
Irregular verbs. I make sensible provisions for times of shortage, you are panic-buying, he is a hoarder.
Same here. Except I consider Beer a necessity at the moment (aye, Lent didn’t quite work out as planned) and they did have that.
I think I might be going a little Mad, though, since I wiped down the cans with a bleach solution before removing me rubber gloves (which were also shooshled around in the bleach).
Here is a question: just in case the postman has it, can one bake the letters in the oven and kill it? If so, at what heat and for how long?
Answered in the Viral DOOM thread.
Sorry: I thought I was on the VD thread…
Clearly I am tired and confused.
I gave up religion for Lent
My New Year’s resolution was to stop making unrealistic pledges
'kin 'ell! Coronavirus was bad enough…
Have poured meself an Medicinal Brandy…
Carinthia.xx
Can’t say I blame you…
Am sipping a medicinal beer…
We all need fortification round about this time most evenings…
The Arctic Ocean has chlamydia.
https://edition.cnn.com/2020/03/10/health/chlamydia-new-species-arctic-ocean-trnd/index.html
Adjusts Spex…
Carinthia.xx
Someone I have no reason to mistrust was sitting in the Special Clinic, wondering if his appendage was about to drop off (turned out to be nothing untoward), and a bloke popped his head round the waiting room door, gave a wide grin and proclaimed ‘So it’s not just me, then…’. Apparently some of the clientele looked a bit prune-faced about that, which is surprising on one level and, I suppose, not at all on another.
The following is apropos of nothing. DS’ Cat, on hearing his return to the homestead:
That is a fine-looking cat.
Thanks, Fishers. She’s a Rescue and lurves ma Son. She can do no wrong.
Soo xx