We have had a quiet weekend. Mr L reached a low ebb on Friday but seems to be coming back up now. I don’t think I can take all the credit for this but do admit to investing in my partner’s well-being over the last few days. Puzzles went pretty much out of the window and we have both done little but rest this weekend. I feel strangely guilty. With a Certain Birthday looming, I am increasingly conscious of my mortality these days and get a little anguished when I waste time… though my saner side accepts that we all need a little down time now and again.
The upshot anyway is that the Tunisian Blankie has come along splendidly over the last couple of days. It is the perfect mindless project for occupying the hands when the brain switches off. I have also been watching brain-dead TV while crocheting. You know… Strictly and the like. Nothing particularly interesting or taxing. Just company for me while Mr L slept his way back to better health.
The blankie as about 2 feet long now. I have no firm plans but kind of expect it to be finished when it reaches five feet or so – so I suppose we are approaching the mid-point. I had not expected it to be in use this winter, but it may yet make it.
I like it.
I may venture a photographic image tomorrow.
Don’t hold your breath.
My foray into eBay gastronomy continues – today I ordered some Smoked Paprika, something which I have been unable to find up here. Now I am craving Goulash. I luuuuurrrrrrve Goulash.
Speaking of food and cooking… I decided today that I really fancy making doughnuts one day soon for Spinning Group. I used to make doughnuts on a weekly basis but it has been a great many years since I made any. Only once since the kids were small, I think. The little
blighters darlings loved it that they could idly suggest doughnuts and that they would be there, warm on the table for tea. (Nobody else’s mum could produce this magical feat.) Apple ones, mostly. I love me an apple doughnut. Never could stand jammy ones, though.
The problem with this ambition is the need to rise early. At this time of the year, it does not come naturally and for that matter, the kitchen temperature at 7am is unlikely to be up to developing a yeast dough anyway. Perhaps I should shelve the idea until next summer.
I just can’t quite shake the notion off.
In fact, I keep seeing doughnuts swimming before my eyes.