Christmas
Danglemonk with his knitted Christmas Stocking
Christmas cracker time:
Q: Why are Christmas trees like people that can’t knit?
A: They both drop their needles…
Well, thank goodness that is all over… It will still be Christmas Monkey Towers for a few days yet, and hopefully I’ll get to enjoy the last few days of the year as I have spent the whole of my birthday and Christmas period with a horrible, horrible cold (can I call it ‘flu? It hasn’t been formally identified as such, but I fell ill on the 18th, and eleven days of fever and aching misery deserves my deepest distain. Still, it’s Christmas, and that makes things a tad better.
For one thing, I am in receipt of knitterly things.
I got the most gorgeous skein of hand-dyed yarn for a get well gift after my operation, which I opened on my birthday. More on that tomorrow, hopefully, as I have not yet mustered the energy to put my camera to action. From some non-knitterly friends I also received two hand-knit Monkey finger puppets and a crocheted Christmas pudding hat which is possibly the finest hat ever produced (again, I shall have to try and get proper pictures tomorrow).
Citrus Soak
Also, three or four months of careful hint-dropping and gentle reminder (“Yes, it’s called Soak. Citrus Soak. yes, that’s right – the citrus one. Soak. S-O-A-K. Look, I’ll write it down…”) and quelle surprise! Look what was waiting under the tree from my thoughtful and intelligent other half! Currently possessing sinuses that feel like that have been reconstructed out of melting marshmallows, I cannot indulge in my second favourite hobby of opening bottles of bath and laundry products to smell them, and as such the citrus aroma is still a stranger to me, but the presence of this bottle in the room is enough of a motivation for me to shake off my ‘flu-induced knitting drought and cast on something gorgeous and do my first bit of knitting in three weeks.
I shall now commence my plan to knit myself better!
