The 13th & 14th; Too much to ask.
The 13th of April. Three good days is too much to ask. Well, to be fair to my lungs, I was doing okay this morning, I only started to struggle after I attempted a moisturising session. It is a good thing it's not necessary every day.
As I'm sure you've grasped from that, it's been a wild ride of a day. I spent the morning in my pyjamas, while I wrote up a blog post and argued with Justine Greening through the television. Well, more like she made a speech and I voiced my disagreement with each point she made. It was fine, no one was around to hear me.
After lunch, I had my strenuous moisturise, then I recovered with oxygen and some crochet. Despite me paying more attention, today I read the pattern wrong, so I did a whole round, started the next one and got very confused. Eventually I worked out what I'd done, unravelled it, then put it away. Too much today. Anyway, then we decided to watch a film that was in Danish so I can't crochet and read subtitles at the same time.
It looks like might have a family for Spike. It's their first cat and he is an ideal candidate - he is probably the most affectionate cat we've had and he's such a good boy. I don't want him to go!
The 14th of April.
Back to quite reasonable breathing today. And my eye has been fairly well-behaved as well! Lucky me.
This morning I had the lovely surprise of coming across Matilda on tv. This was rather fortunate as Good Friday television is appalling - instead of Victoria Derbyshire, there was some sort of Tinkerbell pirate film on. Not ideal.
Most of my day has been spent crocheting, and I haven't had to unravel any today! Not much left to do on this one so hopefully I'll finish it this weekend, then I can start work on whatever I decide to make for Jenny's baby.
I had a tiny chat with Christine when she was on her way home from the airport, because Mommy hadn't answered her phone. However, we had just really got talking when Mommy called her back so she ended our call. Obviously I am not interesting enough.
And Trump is trying to start World War 3 with North Korea. Two baby men battling with their egos. We're fucked.
Orlando the Manatee.
I made this months ago, but didn't want to put up a photo until I knew he'd arrived at his destination.