I am hoping that my friend Alice is right and that this recent burst of energy is a sign of impending baby-popping.
Today I not only single-handedly packed the “Bag For The Hospital” but have been furiously making earrings – and finding beads that I might have otherwise gotten rid of that I now know *exactly* what I’m going to do with them.
I also vacuumed the upstairs landing and our bedroom and I only had to break once to let my back recover.
Earlier in the day we popped into see Jon’s mum and stepdad – and I was very kindly fed some lunch – two bacon butties with brown sauce and it was� just the thing. I credit it as fuel for the rest of the day’s activity.
However, on a sadder note, Jon managed to break one of my favourite knitting needles 
Already feeling bad because he had planned to pack the hospital bag and found that I had done it while he was distract by cups of tea, he was consoling himself with playing a drum solo on his knees with� said ancient needles – and envariably� the top two inches flung itself off of one.
He then spent about 5 minutes in the fetal position on the bed mooping! He hasn’t let it get him down too much as I told him that I had my eye on a set of knitting needles that he could get me for my birthday in August. Usually I ask for beads, and am rebuffed, and we had to call a moratorium on the DVDs so he is pleased with this arrangement.
Still can’t find the charger…
I’ve decided to leave off working on any necklaces until my workroom is completely sorted (but will that ever happen I hear some of you ask). The earrings at least don’t take too long and there are less beads to go everywhere if I suddenly go into labour (please, oh please let it be soon)
