This is just a quick post to record that I have finally finished the pink possum sweater which I have been knitting for what seems like ages.
I started sewing it up yesterday evening and finished it this morning - once again thanks to Rachel Maddow who exercised my mind while I exercised my fingers which are quite painful, especially gripping the tapestry needle as I dragged the tag ends through the seams to tidy up the inside.
Tomorrow evening D2 is hosting a birthday dinner for D3 and me which I am looking forward to. It is one of the few times when the whole family (except D1 who lives too far away) gets together and I get to see GB1 who prefers to spend his spare time on his flight simulator. He has his final exams in a few months but I have been told that he doesn't need to pass an English exam in order to do what he wants to do after he leaves school. I would have thought that it would be essential for anything which needs comprehension of instructions but . . .
This limerick and its predecessor which is now somewhat culturally inappropriate spurred a whole series on this subject. My spellcheck is screaming!
A wandering tribe, called the Siouxs,
Wear moccasins, having no shiouxs.
They are made of buckskin
With the fleshy side in,
Embroidered with beads of bright hyiouxs.
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