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Well the last day has been pretty Bizarre!
I decided to get on and fix my Husband’s Jumper. Well, you would have thought this scarf was something that belonged to Dr Who. The one made out of ribbing that I bought for a quid at the Charity shop. Hospice Care.
I knew practically speaking that it is not wise to cut knitting. I must admit I was praying for divine intervention when I put the scissors to it. I even lit my table lamp. I was petrified.
Anyway it was a very tricky operation. I sewed round all the bits I was going to cut on my machine before I cut them. Then I sewed a littlecracker further up the scarf so I could unravel some of the thread without it turning into ladders like a pair of tights.
I actually found exactly what I needed in my husband’s fine polar scarf. A backing for the sleeve patches I was making from the ribbing.
Anyway I now have a rather short polar scarf, which I may now use to do some embroidery on and cover my NIV Bible with. The ribbing scarf grew. It I said now longer than it was before. In fact, all the while I was handling it it was getting longer. I decided not to touch it again until I had the hole in the Jumper fixed. Manic or what?!
It turns out the dog went deaf for twenty four hours or so. She seems to be getting her hearing back...
I had planned to clean the house today and wash the floor. However I went to open the fridge to get some milk out and a bottle of Kingfisher Lager exploded all over me. Even my hair was wet. There was flying glass all over the place. The Lager ran all under the plinths of my kitchen and the place smelt like a stale brewery, so I guess the Lager was off Anyway.
It was a fraught moment. The part with the Lable on it was all that didn’t shatter. I can’t tell you what a mess it was. Anyway having managed to get most of the glass in the kitchen area together and into the dustpan and brush, I realised I would have to get the plinths off. I believe in tiling under kitchen units for this very eventuality, so no worries about cleaning it up.
I started easing the plinths off to get underneath, and suddenly gouged a nasty V shaped flap of skin off my right thumb. Boy did it hurt, I felt quite sick. I asked my Husband to get me a plaster. Believe it or not, he had them to hand in his kitchen drawer. He only threw the box at me across the kitchen. I was devastated. He said the floor was wet... rules of the house don’t walk on wet floors.
Anyway, I got Him to put the plaster on while I held the flap down and tried to stop it bleeding. It took me nearly all day to recover. So I sat and patched up His jumper. I have got one sleeve done where the hole is. You would think I was patching up a rift in spacetime the way time was stretching all day. I had to go and have a sleep in the afternoon, I was exhausted.
Anyway the dog was wagging her tail on the stairs this morning when I had finished getting her bowls ready. She says it’s her favourite sound. The tuning fork on the food bowl!
My brother’s Cat is doing as well as can be expected. Perhaps better, the stitches have just come out.
It is going to have to live in a cage for a while.
My dog had to live in a cage for a month with her head poking out of it. She had the worst demodex and would have scratched herself to death. Poor puppy what she must have been through. She was thrown in a skip at about a month old. She finally fell on her paws though. I was thinking of getting the vet to check her ears, perhaps they are just blocked up. I put a little Thornit dust around the fur on the outside of her ears last night, then gently blew it down her ears. It’s for mites. She hates it.
Well I took some photos of the repair to the Jumper. I will do the other sleeve later, my fingers are a bit sore. I will put them on here, I suppose they ought to go on my Housewifey blog.
Its a good thing I am used to all this manic stuff, I would be a raving nut case otherwise!
Guess I ought to find out how this works...