The sound of September flying past, with October hot on its heels… Actually, “hot” was the key word last weekend down in London. I left poor old S and the two incorrigible Ps behind in the north, while I headed off to attend a Journal committee meeting and catch up with friends and family. My plans managed to go wrong before I had even started the trip, but I did eventually get myself down there — whereupon I traded my boots for sandals, abandoned my woolly jumper and soaked up the last (or rather the only) summer sun of the season. What a weird old year it has been.
I came home on Monday and fell headfirst into a rather complicated week. I seem to be living several lives at once, and I am never quite sure which one I am in. My yardage is still on the loom and I have added only a few inches this week, which is rather troubling, but I think I have a reasonably free weekend ahead. [Clarification: “free weekend” doesn’t mean that I have cleared my to-do lists; it means that I don’t have to be anywhere other than my house, so that there’s a chance I might actually work on the to-do lists. Weaving is on one of those lists — my favourite list of the lot.]
Oh dear, there was a whole bunch of stuff which I was meaning to blog about when I finally got to sit down at my blog… but it’s gone. I’ll just give you this charming picture of Abigail taken last Saturday: guess who has learned to pull faces for the camera?