Wool is the unifying link in this blog post. First up, my head is stuffed with it today. My insomnia is back to haunt me, so last night I finally resorted to taking half a sleeping pill. The doctor prescribed these for Caiti a while ago when she couldn’t sleep, and being a great fan of self-medication, I thought I’d give them a shot. Well, I was a zombie. I had to get up a couple of times in the night and I was bouncing off walls and furniture, and also giggling quietly, Chris tells me. Today I feel like I’ve been hit by a train so I shan’t be bothering with drugs again!
Here’s a photo of the great sheep round-up from the other week. It took four Daggs plus one Fereday (Roger, who is drawing covers for several of my books), three dog leads, a bike, a bucket and a broom to get the misbehaving Suffolks back under control! Pat Fereday was chief photographer. This is her record of the occasion.
My foray into sock knitting is going well. I’m very pleased with the wool. I love the colours in it. I’m now ready to tackle a heel for the first time. Wish me luck!
And Caiti is going great guns on our knitting machine. She’s made herself a pair of long, cosy fingerless gloves from some pretty pastel shades 4-ply wool, ready for winter. Nothing like planning ahead.