the black hole in the rumpusroom

The code id da dose seems to be thinking about relocating... apparently somewhere in the region of my chest cavity holds great attraction. All those happy little mucous elves are packing their bags and heading south.
Some of their relatives have struck out on their own and set up housekeeping over at Casa David so it could be an 'interesting' weekend. David off-colour is not fun.

It's not all bad though.
Really
I can't possibly be out working the acreage in bitter winter temperatures with a hacking cough - can I ?
No I didn't think so
and now that that I'm past the 'just-let-me-die' stage, I am finding the idea of yarny pursuits quite compelling.

With feelings of great virtue, I'm ignoring the woolly pheromones leaking out out the stash cupboard and the enticing pile of opalescent quilt possibilities piled on my cutting table and I've dragged the neverending baby shawl out of hibernation

When I packed it away I had finished the centre section - a gazillion rows of those granny square type shell clusters ... in splitty bloody Patons baby yarn ... on a 3mm hook

shouldn't take toooooooooo long to do 8 rows of border ... should it?

one hour's solid crochet gets me ... one lousy side
so four hours for one row

16 hours in and I'm up to row 4:
row 5 - doesn't look a whole lot different from row 4 does it ? this is where I'm up to at the moment

I think maybe I remember part of why it went into hibernation in the first place.

...maybe I should just start reading the Terry Pratchetts
'The Colour of Magic' arrived from England today, so one way or the other I'm set.

btw if you haven't discovered the delights of The Book Depository
go
go now
Reasonable prices, fast FREE worldwide delivery - England to Australia in around 7 - 10 days, except that this time it was only 5 !!
bibliophillic nirvana