I have had a few days away with my parents, catching up on family things. It was lovely to see them but very good to come back home at the end of the visit. Funny how being away makes you very aware of the patterns of life that are so woven into your day you hardly think about them when you are in your own place doing your own things: the time you get up, the time you go to bed, when and how much you eat.
Coming back home yesterday and settling into my own bed was ridiculously blissful. I had been sleeping in a perfectly comfortable bed but my own bed folded itself around me like a lover. I must be getting seriously fixated.
Pipany I am not a superknitter. I have lost count of the careful taking back I have had to do as I learnt all over again how to knit. I do love the wool though and if this sock is ok when I have done the next bit I might even make its partner (or just pretend I never intended to). I found the most marvellous sock knitting tutorial which holds your hand through practically every row. It's amazing what you can find on the internet!