I’d have sworn that it was at least Thursday today. This week is stretching interminably, which is just as well as there is much to be done.
I made it! (If you are interested.) The first secret sock was grafted about an hour ago and the second has been cast on. In fact, I am already on the second 256 stitch set. Go, me. I’m hating every moment of it though and my hands hurt mightily.
There has been incremental progress on the Land Rover this evening and one of us at least is well on the way to having a secure seat belt. No success with the clacketty-clack engine yet.
I require a chocolate infusion.
Ho hum, back to those 256 stitch sections – they won’t knit themselves, will they?