ahh tis good to have a wee break from my boys each week. had a lovely night last night.
was gonna go out on the beers but the parcel that I picked up from the post office at lunch turned out to be a mahoosive knitting machine I had accidentally impulse brought off ebay...
bit too big to lug around the pub.
so off home I toddled with funny looks and a box as tall as me (which is very tall, I'm a giant I'll have you know, 5.5 and a half is dead tall and I won't have otherwise argued)
I'd heard that knitting machines are a pain in the bum so was not expecting a whole lot from my second hand huge thing with it's pictures of eighties ladies in the most ugly jumpers you ever did see all over the box.
but it was actually pretty damn cool.
so now I have a cozy liccle button up neck warmer doodad. why have I never seen these before this year? they rock.
all the snuggly of a scarf without the getting caught up on door handles/lifts/escalators/small dog hassles that my usual down to the ground twice round my neck scarves gave me.
aces.
course I can only do square and rectangles so far but I have a cunning plan for tubes. matching leg arm and neck warmers here we come!
so that was fun.
also was amused by skip divers as I got home. we'd plonked two old buggies in the skip. one where the wheel fell off and one that I just never liked. they'd been sat in the shed so were rusty and damp. but still it seemed good enough for the neighbourhood kids to excitedly run off with. fingers crossed to make into go carts rather than push their sprogs round in tho 
I've always been a skip diver myself but felt oddly violated when someone else was fiddling round with my junk. recycling is good I guess. they better not try to dump them back again after they've had their fun and the skip is gone tho!
so after the knitting fun I smoked the teeny tiniest bit of weed that I had left which was just enough to make the film jumper the best ever.
then to bed and slept like a log till 7.30.
fandabidosie.
so oddly cheerful today. even tho the boy is gonna be as grumpy as a grumpy thing when he gets home cause on monday night the cat chose his shoes of all places to have a nice big puke and even tho I cleaned it off in the morning he is still gonna stomp and growl. sigh.
and little cat will be super bouncy when I get him home and will want to run riot. and I won't be able to have another play with the knitting machine till he is like 10 or something.
but still cheerful
