Forgive the lack of blogging.
Having dealt with the benefits paperwork and reached the point where there is nothing left to do but wait, whatever was keeping me going this month kind of fell down and I don't seem able to pick it up again.
An apology to the owners of the various blogs I've left comments on this week. I'm just not properly coherent. Think of them less as constructive comments and more as freeform stream of consciousness verbal art. Or a load of old bollocks, whichever you feel is more appropriate.
The current Knitting In Progress is the hat for Sister Dearest - the yarn, Rowan 4ply Soft 100% Merino wool in the shade "Sooty" from Web Of Wool arrived in the post a few days ago. It's the plainest of plain hats possible - 19cm x 155sts of stocking stitch and then about 20 rows with decreasey bits to form the crown. But at the moment, that's about the limit of my capacity.
I really, really want to learn socks. Really basic, boring, do-it-in-your-sleep socks perhaps made a bit more interesting by using multicoloured yarn.
I also want some bungs to go on the ends of my needles, as the problem with a knitted knitting needle case is that the points can rather poke through. Ideally I'd find a range of sizes so that not only would they protect the needles and stop stitches falling off needles-in-use, but also I could keep my needles-not-in-use in pairs. I have a very clear picture in my head of what I want and I feel sure it must be available somewhere but I have no idea what search terms to use.
It's ridiculously late to be blogging. Unfortunately this afternoon and evening I don't seem to have a right leg. Below the knee I simply can't feel at all, and above the knee all the way to the hip is like a very heavy chunk of cold pain, sort of like a brain-freeze sensation but in the muscle of my leg and it's not bloody well going away. It's added considerably to my Lurch Factor while I tried to fix dinner, and it's also stopping me from sleeping. So lucky you, you get the late-night outpourings of my addled little mind.
A large part of the aforementioned mind is taken up with thoughts of moving. I have been promised by Steve that we will definitely get me moved before the year is out. I am excited, nervous, hopeful, trying not to get my hopes up because plans have a tendency to backfire, all sorts of things. It resolves into:
1) the fact of being moved - all the things, good and bad, that are going to be different once I live in Steve's house in a different part of the country and with Steve, rather than on my own in the town where I've lived my whole life and where my friends and family are.
2) the act of moving - the sheer logistics of shifting me and all my stuff is something I'm finding pretty daunting. I moved all my stuff into this flat and got everything set up and unpacked, with the help of Pip, mum and Sister Dearest, within one day. But that was when I was in a position to run up and down stairs bearing items of flatpack furniture. And I only moved a few blocks, as opposed to a couple of counties.
3) the timing or more to the point, the lack thereof. I have no idea if I should be starting to box stuff away now or if I'll be wanting my creature comforts for the next six months. I don't know if I should send my Christmas decorations to Steve's or if I should hang onto them here. There are a couple of things I'd like to buy for the flat - they'll be worth it if I'm here for another four months, but a bit of a pointless waste of money if I'm only here another four weeks.
And now, it's tomorrow, and I am going to take as many painkillers as I'm allowed in the hope of a few hours' blessed oblivion. I do hope this post is at least partially coherent. Good night.