One last January Saturday

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I managed to hit Lidls by 8.30 am which I haven't done for a long time, I must say.

On a tight budget and trying to use up a lot of stored and frozen stuff this week, so kept it low, but oh! the joy! the seeds were in. It would be rude to buy none, wouldn't it? Even though the seed tin of shame is overflowing as usual.

We had a list of errands around town, most of which I sabotaged by forgetting something. Near the top of the list was refilling my ecover washing up liquid bottle. Which I left on the draining board. With the shopping list.

I popped into the wool shop (you know where this is going, don't you?) to buy some short 3mms. The natural nativity is progressing as if to be ready by next Christmas, but it is dull knitting Joseph's scarf or the donkey's legs on great long needles.

I came out with some gorgeous beech wood double pointed needles and sock wool. There you go.

'A bit of batch cooking' seemed to take up the rest of the day - chick pea casserole, macaroni and cheese, this and that, ready for a busy work week.

Cheese and lentil loaf for supper as well, and then by 7 pm I was installed in front of the fire, with the sock wool.

Spring will be here soon enough, with seeds to plant, and sheep to halter train, and chickens to hatch. One long evening in front of the fire knitting socks can't be all bad.


Moving on

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I'm going to ignore the long gap. In it our darling Boo went to uni for three weeks and came home again. In it some  bizarre things happened at my place of work. In it all kinds of things looked possible and then weren't.

I'm just going to take a deep breath, and hark back to last year's new years resolutions, and gently bring them forward to 2018.

Last year, we joined the garden club. Towards the end of last year I fulfilled a lifetime ambition, and learned to spin, at a fabulous course run by our local Guild of Spinners, Weavers and Dyers.

I joined the Guild, and on Saturday attended my first 'Craft and Chat'.

Socialising doesn't come easy to me. I'm an introvert and lack confidence, while managing to look as if I'm brimming with confidence and talking too much. It's a nightmare. However, it's still a massive aim to discover community where we are, and I the Guild is a brilliant place, full of fantastically talented people who share their gifts and skills freely.

The fantastically quirky building in Steeple Ashton is a dedicated space. It's a bit chilly and the stairs are a nightmare, not to mention getting through the gap into the carpark, which is about 2.5 inches wider than my car, but oh the joy that awaits.

2018 is going to be a very different year for me. This is the start. I have some big and scary decisions to make. But The Guild is a start.
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