Back to Normal
Tuesday, March 25th, 2008No sign of babies last night, and instead of quietening down as expected with two and half weeks to go the little one in fact had her most active 15 minutes to date. It felt like she had about 16 arms and legs.
Jon is back to work today after a nice long weekend and I am sure that as much as he hates the commute to Canary Wharf I’m going hate it as much or more that he is back at work as I miss the company and conversations that aren’t one-sided and along the lines of:
“What’s that noise?”
“What are you into now?”
“That’s my lunch you are looking at!”
“Stop eating/licking plastic! I’ll feed you in a minute”
“Why must you knock your crinkle ball under the sofa, can’t you see I can’t bend over!”
Cats are never good company if you have thumbs and clearly aren’t making the most of them. Thankfully they are currently being good, and by that I mean relatively immobile as they are now napping off their breakfast.
Last night I started another blanket for the baby, again crochet, but I’m now doing a chevron stitch with the pale yellow and pale turquoise fuzzy DK from the giant stash of wool. I’ve only got about 3 rows done so far but hope to get some more done this afternoon once I’ve finished off the curtains. I will probably treat myself to putting my feet up and Shakespeare’s Retold Taming of the Shrew - seeing Rufus Sewell in drag always cheers me up!
The plan for tomorrow is then table runners and hopefully my new microphone will have arrived and I can finally record my LibriVox chapters…
But on a happier note (no, still no charger) our new washing machine will arrive on Friday! Hurrah!
Having Jon home for a long weekend meant that he could experience the rattly noise it made when in the spin cycle… Which to him sounded like the house was about to fall down. And given that his hearing isn’t the best as he still is only wearing one of his aids, is quite good so there was no resistance to replacing the five year-old and now out of warranty washer-dryer, which no longer dries either. So on Friday the John Lewis man will deliver a nice shiney new Miele (Jon was suitably impressed by the Miele vacuum that we bought about 6 weeks ago) and take way the old clapped out Hotpoint.
And then all my excuses to not do laundry will have vanished…
