James is still not quite ready to go back to school. I was torn between toughing it out, send him to school and go to work myself or staying at home, taking it easy and hope an extra day of recovery will help James to fully recover. I felt pretty awful during the night and it didn't take much convincing to settle for the latter option. I am not actually feeling to bad now, but my tummy is not its usual self.
James is wrapped up in a woolly blanket in front of the fire, watching cartoons. That's what he likes doing most when he is not well. Jack is sharing the floor cushion with him.It is kind of nice actually. The weather is fine, too. It was blowing a gale last night and I have yet to venture into the garden to assess the damage. Our fence is on its last leg but it is still standing. Just.
Not feeling motivated enough to do my English homework, I decided to mend my Noro hexagon blanket instead. I noticed a small hole recently, no doubt a result of Jack shaking it like dead prey. He is such a naughty dog. He did a runner yesterday. I came home from work early to take over childcare and no sooner than Richard had left, Jack moved a brick that covered a small hole in the fence and squeezed through it. I was surprised he didn't get stuck. I saw his bottom disappear. Unfortunately, he didn't come back. Eventually I had to abandon James in the house with the instruction to tell the boiler engineer that his mum would be right back should he arrive when I was searching for the dog... I eventually found Jack several gardens and houses down the lane. He couldn't find the his way back out that silly thing. I was torn between climbing over the wall and catch him or just leave him there but luckily the house owner noticed me and let me in. Just as well, garden walls in this neighbourhood are pretty ropey, a bit like the leaning tower of Pisa.
But I digress. My mind works like that, hopping from one thought to another.
I couldn't for the life of it remember how to darn a hole. I learned darning at school. My evil needle craft teacher cut a hole in the heel of a newly knitted sock and taught us how to fix it. Can you believe it?? Anyway, I searched for a darning tutorial online and found one on Knitty. What did we do before Google?? I presume we asked our mothers and granny's. Mind you, I doubt that my mum would know how to mend a hole in a knitted blanket. It is even longer since she learned to do this at school. It was a lot easier to do than I thought it would be. I am like that, I procrastinate over tasks that might be tricky (but are usually not) and by the time I talk myself into tackling it, I am so stressed that I lost a stone (if only). I am quite pleased with the result. It is a bit lumpy to one side but not bad at all.
Now, for that hole in the crochet border in my other blanket.... it has been packed in a bag and stuffed under my bed last year because I could just not face the no doubt easy repair. It is probably have eaten by moths now. Is anyone else like me? I mean, I managed to obtain a PhD! In the light of that, I feel rather pathetic that simple things are giving me the heebie-jeebies.
Have a lovely day my friends! Cx