Me: um, well we could, on the other hand, I’d rather not
M: you don’t fancy coffee?
Me: I don’t fancy pondering electrics
M: but I need to run this stuff by you
Me: I don’t know anything about stupid electrics, you might as well be talking in German
M: well shall we go and have a stupid coffee anyway?
Me: and you promise not to talk stupid electrics?
Me: ’cause that would be stupid wouldn’t it?
Little voice from across the hall: Dad?
Little voice from across the hall: you’re stupid!
M: thanks Jake!
Conversation witnessed in coffee shop (whilst amusing myself and not pondering electrics):
Husband: (upon seeing wife arrive with tray of hot chocolate piled high with cream) what’s that then?
Wife: posh choclit innit
Husband: you’ve gone all posh now then have ya?
Wife: I ain’t never gonna be posh
Wife: these plants are plastic
Husband: (feels fake foliage) I don’t blame ’em, easier innit?
Wife: still gotta dust ’em
Husband: true. You got a fiver on ya?
Wife: what do you wanna fiver for?
Husband: I wanna go and buy my numbers don’t I?
Wife: you’re never gonna win the lottery
Husband: yeah, but I can die trying can’t I?
There were many more mini conversations like this between these two, each ending with a ‘true’. So philosophical! Being able to lipread certainly has its upside, it’s my superpower! 😉
I’m something like eight rows into the fourteen row border for this crochet blanket. I love the look of the linen stitch and it’s lying nicely flat for most of it. Some squares could probably have done with being a tad smaller. I kind of ignored any slight anomalies when I was making the squares in the hope that the patchwork nature of things would be forgiving. It might block out, it might not but it’s unlikely to be a blanket spread out flat on a bed anyway. It’s not really big enough for our king size bed and we use other crochet blankets for keeping snug in the winter whilst watching tv in the evenings.
I’d rather be crocheting all day but I’ve been doing spring cleaning and overdue jobs like sorting out my unruly collection of mugs (a small quantity has been relegated to the charity bag). I’ve also relieved my large spider plant of some of its little ‘sprouters’. I’ve no idea what they are called. I picked them off carefully, put them to one side, potted up some random pots with soil and then couldn’t locate my new tub of hormone rooting powder anywhere. So I’ve planted them anyway and will have to wait and see whether they take or not. If it works we will soon be overrun with them!