I have another white-tailed spider bite, this time on my belly. So far it has not developed into anything sinister but I again have a low-grade fever and am a bit headachy. I had to see my doctor about something else today and she has given me a prescription for another two courses of antibiotics. I'd prefer not to take any more but it may be necessary in the end. I haven't found any more spider corpses - only three - but every time anything brushes my legs I find myself checking to make sure that it is not another spider.
There is some yarn waiting to be picked up from the Post Office so that I can get back to knitting as it is going to take me some time to finish spinning the black corriedale tops and I can spin only so much black before I get bored and my eyes start to protest. At the moment I an entertaining myself by making rolags on my blending board. They are basically an apricot colour but I am having fun throwing in random other colours. Goodness knows what they will look like spun and I am going to have to wait to finish the beastly black before I can find out. I spun one rolag on my Turkish spindle - very badly as I have never used one before - and the base colour came through strongly so it may not look as bad as I am imagining.
The cats are well and Parsifal has suddenly become very cuddly. I am not sure what that is all about but it is usually the prelude to a bout of smurgling so he may realise that I can trigger an attack for him; he doesn't seem to be able to initiate an attack by himself.
GB2 has started spinning and I can see trouble ahead unless D3 buys another spinning wheel. They are both very pleased with her and I think that it is great with three generations all spinning. I don't think that anyone has taught her to knit yet. Her other grandmother could teach her to knit the continental way which would be a very good thing.