Yesterday was a really good day. We went to see my cousin who we haven't seen in far too long, especially consdering she only lives about 40 minutes away. She has a very cute little baby boy, and yesterday was his first time out in shoes. We took him to the swings, and then to a pub for lunch, and we're 99% sure he said his first actual proper word. It was bee. Bless him.
Picked Anna up on the way home and came back to ours for some tasty tasty jamtime. I surprised myself by not completely freaking out and actually making it most of the way through a song. Go me. And I hadn't even had a drink.
Mum came up last weekend, and we had dinner out two nights running. Extravagance, I haz it. Sunday night we took her out to Petra - lots of yummy middle-eastern food, which she appreciated - and then on Monday night she took us out to the Fairfield Arms, which is pretty good-to-average pub food. Though they were really miffed that we turned up wanting food at 8 o'clock. Even though they're supposed to serve food til 10. Hmm. She helped me dye some fibre on Tuesday. Well, she chose the colours and name - it's BFL, bright pink and purple, and it's called Jeepster - the last of Marc Bolan March.
I'm waiting for some more sock yarn to arrive so that I can get going on April's dyeing. A give bag of British wool arrived on Friday, which will for the most part be going towards stock for my stall at UK Ravelry Day.
