All the men in the household are watching the football. Boring.
(All bar one: No 1 is shooting insurgents in his bedrooms whilst skyping his mates and snap chatting girls. Who says men can't multitask when it's convenient to them?)
So.... nice Christmas? lots of food? snow?
yes, yes, and no.
Nice Christmas lunch out. No washing up. Genius idea.
Walking back home in the cold, through empty streets was strangely Christmassy...
No Downton Abbey Christmas Special... sadly, so we watched James Bond instead, because I'm sure it's illegal not to watch JB on Christmas Day.
On Boxing day we hit the shops... but I wasn't inspired and came back with nothing. Richard Attenborough after dinner, of course.
Today we hit the woods. My sister in law has a really lovely piece of woodland and we spent a lovely afternoon eating bacon sandwiches cooked on the fire and sat on logs whittling.
I made a crochet hook
It's rather large. Tomorrow I'll test it on some chunky yarn... if it doesn't work... it's still pretty. And 30 minutes earlier was a stick... do you know what I mean?
They boys swung from rope swing
(I want you to notice his boots... they're mine. Sigh)
The men yielded a chain saw and filled the boot of the car with wood.
Tomorrow I'm having to get my sorry bottom into IKEA to buy lots of crockery for Mr M 50's dinner party... Wish me luck.
I finished the seed stitch cowl I was knitting. It's gorgeous. I'll try to take pictures tomorrow.
If I survive IKEA that is.