Spring is here - finally! It officially started middle of March but it actually now feels spring-like and what a long time coming. Therefore, we can safely say that until the next snow flurries - Spring has officially sprung. I have been willing it to get a hurry-on and just come. The daughter has been willing it to come too as she thinks that will lessen the embarrassment of me hunkered down in the garden spotting sprouting plants and whatever - she finds it all quite mortifying in the way that 13year old girls find everything about mid-forties women. She worries, y'know - she thinks I should be inside where I can't be seen I suspect, and certainly not crouched in the bushes with my bum in the air watching primula or peering inside daffodils. She even thinks it would be better, if I spent that time knitting (indoors) - which is a complete about face... It's nice to now I still have some power over her - never underestimate the power of embarrassment I say, especially as I am officially sulking (she has finally over topped me - my little inchworm has finally inched her way past me and is taller than I am, so I am relegated to official status of family troll). I am also on official narcissi rescue - the ones that get knocked over/flattened by wind/just give up and lie down on the path need to get brought inside and put in water - this is Thalia by the way, she is very beautiful but not particularly happy in our garden, so yes, she is inside after rescuing, and she was in danger of being stepped on.
Speaking of offspring, they are on holiday again (yes, a bigger fence is needed around that damn school) 2 weeks - 2 WEEKS!!! of Easter holiday, and gravel-guy has tootled off for a sunny jaunt (sorry fieldtrip with a bunch of students) to Majorca, I think he is back tuesday-ish with a load of washing to be done and complaints that he is tired (No he bloody isn't - he doesn't understand tired until he looks after his own children and their friends, and their comings and goings, and their arrangements, and their kitchen raids, and their...). I shouldn't really complain - they are good kids, sweet kids, but sheesh, they get in the way of serious knitting time, and Nr.2 kid - well Nr.2 kid takes after me I know that but.... actually he is great. Lovely in fact, but when gravel-guy goes away Nr.2 worries about me constantly - endless cups of tea are made (which is fab but even I - serious tea drinker that I am, cannot keep up), he likes to keep me company late night at weekends in case I am lonely (but that involves a hulking 14 year old boy trailing the vapours of heavy metal music which drown out my Bob Harris or whoever is on BBC Radio2) and he gives great big bear-crusher scrunching hugs - which is fine and fabulous but I am now all bent out of alignment and I am sure one shoulder is higher than the other (permanently). I am like a little plasticine troll all mooshed out of shape. This all means I never seem to get peace and time alone, and given that time alone is what I crave above all else I am a little out of sorts. Still, they are lovely kids.
And I have finished the top down garter yoke cardigan- we are liking very much.