...but not a drop to drink.I have started seriously craving Harveys Bristol Cream Sherry.
This worries me slightly as, wearing my fat pants and sitting on the sofa with knitting in one hand and a glass of sherry in the other, I fear I'm turning into a stereotype. The weekend was mostly spent on the sofa due to nausea caused by latest round of antibiotics. This also explains the dearth of sherry and indeed all alcohol as lovely dentist assures me I will be horribly sick if I try and combine the two. Normally this wouldn't matter but Pooch has been peer-pressuring me to up my intake recently (i think to disguise his middle-class-alcoholism) and I now distinctly miss my evening snifter.
All this sofa time has meant some progress knitwise but don't have any photos handy so will have to wait. But I do have one thing to share. I am sure most people must have seen this by now but check out this woman's stash. I wonder how she would come out on the stashtimator?!