Gill and I have been working today on our Christmas plans and advertising. Something in me was rebelling… “It’s only October! It’s far too soon!” I went out to feed the chooks and was watching the combine at work when I realised that it was snowing. Maybe we were not so previous after all.
Checking the Met Office forecast I see that we have an ice warning out for tonight and the prospect of further wintry showers tomorrow.
Perhaps I am completing these mitts in the nick of time. Well… when I say “complete”… I mean that I am struggling on slowly. There is the prospect of a finish, if I can find the will. The thumb is separated out now and I am on the final hand chart. I’m lost again, that darn PostIt has wandered once more.