LK doesn’t like bananas. Unless mashed up in custard. I don’t have the knack of that.
In this turbid time, while I panic over feeding my aged parentals, I give you snippets of good news (I think we have the food covered bar meat, as their local butcher is shutting for the duration. Trying to get an online order is a full time job in and of itself).
LK did a tiny wee on the potty this morning.
I was correct as to why my code failed, but woefully dumb at locating the problem.
I finished a sweater, using yarn bought just after 7/7.
I (bad) bought a pair of cycling shorts new in case of total lockdown.
The park is empty when we go for exercise.
I have lost the last of the baby weight.
We have seen an eagle, lots of robins, a long tailed tit, some thrushes and magpies in the park.
I’ve done some more darning, this time on a much loved and much mended sweater. It’s beginning to be more dark than sweater at this stage in its life. But there is plenty of life left in it yet.
The darn in the middle of the photo is the one we’re most interested in. There’s something so satisfying about a good darn.
I do need to fess up a bit of a failure. I marshalled at the wonderful Trionium Leith Hill Half on Saturday: I was meant to run it, but after a short, sharp bout of pneumonia about a month ago, I made the sensible decision to marshal instead. There was no way I’d be fit and strong enough to run. But, in addition to my cooked breakfast after the duty was done, I did pick up my tech top. So, while I didn’t exactly buy it this year, as I had paid for it when I entered last year, I do have a new top.
I may also have bought LK some ballet shoes for dancing on Saturday mornings. I have plans to make her a nifty heavy metal tutu from some black net I’ve got kicking about.
In my defence, they are slight seconds. The glue sort of escaped. And she will have no idea. And they are too cute.