My parents came down to visit for the weekend.
They came bearing birthday presents, plants and - as usual - much, much food.
So now I have a shiny shiny 1TB hard drive. I've never had anything measured in terabytes before, so this is pretty exciting*. It means I can stick all my photos together in one place and not keep having to burn them to disc. (Annoyingly, one directory of one CD seems be partially corrupted, so I may have lost bits of the Gathering 2008. I still have them in reduced picture quality on Facebook, and probably on the Lion's Flickr account, but it'll be faf to get them back. /digression).
We went to South Stack again, which my parents haven't been to yet. It wasn't quite as nice as last time - all the flowers were a little bit more over, and everything looked a little more dingy in less sun, but my parents seemed to like it. They also had a big sign-board with a map and wildlife information, and one of the photos featured a Silver Studded Blue butterfly which is great as it means my Google-fu ID of the butterfly I photographed last time is likely to be correct. All the gloomyness and over flowers were totally compensated for by the fact I saw a puffin. Multiple puffins even. I've never seen a puffin before. My parents brought their binoculars, and we went to look at the cliffs with all the guillemots. I picked up the binoculars, pointed them at the cliff and fiddled with the dial just to get them focussed - and there was a puffin right there. I didn't even have to look for it.
When I got home, I may have got a bit carried away internet shopping.
I had a Waterstones gift card I'd been sitting on for ages, and hadn't been inspired to buy anything. Well, today I ordered Knitting for Dummies; Knitting Patterns for Dummies; and a beginners' guide to knitting socks. Still got a way to go knitting-wise, and there seems to be a big gap between my current absolute beginners' book and the amigurumi one. Hopefully these will set about bridging it.
Am currently in the process of knitting a hat from the beginners' book. Seems to be turning out like the photos, but knitting ribs seems to be so much faff - constantly switching the yarn backwards and forwards. Still, I appear to be doing it right.
kiebeau has found a specialist knitting shop in Caernarfon, so we may need to go explore.**
Off to dinner with parents soon at the nice Italian down by the pier.
*Yeah, I'm just like that. I know...
**On the way to an interview. For a job. Which she got.