In which some manners are displayed and an "Unexpected" trip to the library is described.
First of all some manners: a big thank you to everyone who posted comments on the pink event – I love getting comments, and am grateful to all of you. And an apology for not asking Mary first if Bob and Dick could come and play here for a bit. They behaved very well, and were a pleasure to have.
Secondly –
Adam and Anne go to the library:
So yesterday I check my library account online, and discover that the book I’ve been waiting for for ages has finally arrived. So after dinner Adam and I bundled into the car for a “quick” trip to the library to pick it up. We’ve done it before, perfectly successfully, and back in plenty of time for a little CBeebies, and then bathtime. However… as we turned left out of the estate where we live (as in council estate, not stately home estate!) we saw blue flashing lights to our right. Then, (once we were totally committed to being on the main road, and couldn’t turn back) I realised that the police were blocking the road for oncoming traffic in front of us. Ah well, let’s get to the library, and see what’s going on when we get back… Pickup successfully achieved (more – lots more – on the book later), we then drove back towards home. The traffic was flowing fairly freely, so I was hopeful that the block had been cleared… but no. So having been forced to turn the wrong way, I did a bit of quick thinking and turned into the supermarket carpark, parked there, and went to ask very nicely if I could pretty please for once leave the car overnight as I needed to get a young man home for his bath (about 15 min walk away). They were very good about it, and agreed happily. As we set off to walk home I noticed that a number of cars were being allowed through, so I asked the policeman if there was any chance he might let us through – since we didn’t actually want to go past the accident, just along the stretch of road before it. (It was an accident – I did check that nothing more sinister was going on before I attempted to walk past with a 4-year-old! By the sounds of it, it wasn’t even a terribly bad accident, it just blocked the road.) He assured us that it would be clear in a couple of minutes, so we ended up going home in the car after all.
Now, as if that wasn’t exciting enough – I made the mistake of looking at the book as I settled down to sleep in bed. This was a BAD mistake. The book was Debbie New’s Unexpected Knitting. And OH WOW!!! Making one’s brain go “Pop, splat, what???!!!” is not conducive to a restful night. There are so many things I want to try. I want to knit swirly jumpers. I want to knit baby jacket using two hexagons. I want to knit a “Some Assembly Required” labyrinth jacket (although frankly that seems a little off – “Here’s a jacket for you – oh by the way, you’ll have to do your own seaming…” – hmmm – maybe not!) I want to try scribble lace. So many many projects, so little time. I would so love to post pics on here to show what I mean, but I don’t want to breach copyright – so I guess I’ll just have to knit some stuff myself. Oh, oh, oh!!!
(Just remember Anne – you’re going for gold – (anyone remember that show?) – keep your focus on the stripy sweater, the stripy sweater…
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