This reserve is sort of down the bottom of our road, and it’s where Dr B and I did some of our training walk yesterday. I say “bottom” advisedly, since coming home is an uphill business and sufficiently wearing that, once home, I climbed into my compression gear and went straight to bed. For three hours.
Is my knitting progressing? Well, of course it’s not. My boss’s birthday is this week and I sort of half-promised him some fingerless mitts in his footy team’s colours. I found suitable yarn at my LYS and have cast on for the first mitt. But that’s truly as far as I’ve gone because the main colour is black and I cannot see to knit black at night, no matter how strong a lamp I use. Could I have done some today before the light faded? Perhaps; but realistically, no.
However, if I do a few hours a day and bits here and there, they’ll probably be ready by Thursday. Whaddaya reckon my chances are? Fnigres corsesd!