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Documenting not dying since October 2013.

The 30th & 31st; Come at me, 2019.

The 30th & 31st; Come at me, 2019.

ย The 30th of December.

Well, I fixed my problem with ribbing. I'd essentially made up a rule about going backwards that doesn't exist. Easily rectified. Plus the Dogs on Jumpers book I ordered arrived, and that is going to result in some excellent work. Now we just have to find the rest of Mommy's needles! I think I'll start with a baby jumper without a dog on. Make sure I've got the hang of it.

Today we went on our annual family cinema trip, this time to see Mary Poppins Returns. Several people around us in the screen were using their phones, and I had to clear my throat rather pointedly at a woman next to Daddy who thought that doing it inside her bag made her phone invisible. She seemed to take my point, because she didn't get it out again.

It is a beautiful homage to the original; just everywhere you look there are nods and references. The songs are great (well, most of them), Emily Blunt is perfect, and I only cried three times. Basically any time there was a slow song, I wept. But in all, so worth the trip. It's been a good week for family entertainment.

The 31st of December.

Another year over.

It's been a (relatively) quiet day, at least for me. I spent most of my morning finishing writing my piece about this year, ending on what I hope was a positive note.

Mommy had her surgery today, and was ready to be collected by lunchtime. They had to use the spare tendon from her finger to replace the one she ruptured in her thumb, so she is heavily bandaged up in a cast and foam padding. Thankfully I have a jumper she can get on over the top. She's back there on Thursday for them to inspect their handiwork.

This afternoon, I've started an attempt at a practise jumper with the wrong size of needles and wrong wool. But as long as I'm consistent, it'll be fine. Right?

It's been a funny year. For the most part, really quite wonderful. I feel like it has just been tainted in my memory by my spell in ICU, and although it was utterly horrific and petrifying, it was only ten days. Ten days out of 365 is not very many. The recovery might be long and tedious, and I'm not sure how much more I'll get back, but I've come a long way since October, and I'll keep going. Come at me, 2019.

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The 1st & 2nd; Happy New Year!

The 1st & 2nd; Happy New Year!

2018.

2018.