I settled down to read in bed this afternoon, and when I woke up it was dark. Another day gone. I can’t be doing with this grey dull November. Mending bones seems to be taking up more energy than I’d have thought was possible. I’ve been trying to decide on a (green) cardigan pattern for the last fortnight, so I can utilise all that rest time, but I can’t stay focussed for long enough.
In the face of maternal neglect, the offspring had occupied themselves by making chocolate brownies, learning to play the penny whistle, and plotting to take over the world with a patrol camp permit. I admire their enterprise, but am slightly exhausted by it, especially when they all tell me about it at once..