He can kill you in any one of 412 different ways
Any minute now, I really need to clear up the sixteen balls of yarn, three lots of needles, half the weekend papers I still haven't read and several books (oh, and the penguin of death bed warmer, natch) and go to bed.
Not exactly a productive weekend, although I did manage to consume my own weight in Green & Black's white chocolate yet again, knit a practice glove (it's not terrible), order all the yarn to knit the actual glove, finally read Casino Royale and established that, in the eternal question of Who Shall Be the Next Amy Winehouse, Duffy kinda beats Adele, It's a whole retro, big hair and cracked voices thing. Leaving aside the fact that Duffy's songs are vanilla well-behaved, they do have that sixties kick that stays in your head...Pretty much ticks the boxes for me, anyhoo.
Wicked was last Monday night; this week is Much Ado at the National. And I still haven't worked out how Simon Russell Beale manages to appear in both Much Ado and Major Barbara in the same night, which is what looks like is happening. And it's not like I haven't been looking.
Painfully, Demon Kitten decided that the mere presence of yarn and needles was excuse enough for ABH, and proceeded to turn my legs into something resembling a pincushion. And that's quite beside the stuff she inflicted during the Flea Drop Incident. I haven't mentioned to her that there's a trip to the vets on Wednesday for an O-P-E-R-A-T-I-O-N cos she's sneaky and would find a way to thwart it...
And the Penguin of Death? He really does have a enigmatic smile, for a plush toy...
Not exactly a productive weekend, although I did manage to consume my own weight in Green & Black's white chocolate yet again, knit a practice glove (it's not terrible), order all the yarn to knit the actual glove, finally read Casino Royale and established that, in the eternal question of Who Shall Be the Next Amy Winehouse, Duffy kinda beats Adele, It's a whole retro, big hair and cracked voices thing. Leaving aside the fact that Duffy's songs are vanilla well-behaved, they do have that sixties kick that stays in your head...Pretty much ticks the boxes for me, anyhoo.
Wicked was last Monday night; this week is Much Ado at the National. And I still haven't worked out how Simon Russell Beale manages to appear in both Much Ado and Major Barbara in the same night, which is what looks like is happening. And it's not like I haven't been looking.
Painfully, Demon Kitten decided that the mere presence of yarn and needles was excuse enough for ABH, and proceeded to turn my legs into something resembling a pincushion. And that's quite beside the stuff she inflicted during the Flea Drop Incident. I haven't mentioned to her that there's a trip to the vets on Wednesday for an O-P-E-R-A-T-I-O-N cos she's sneaky and would find a way to thwart it...
And the Penguin of Death? He really does have a enigmatic smile, for a plush toy...