Just before the latest tonsils-off-on-a-jolly episode I went to Guides in my village for the first time (I've been a Guider with various other units around the country before). It was a bit in-yer-face, well a smallish church hall full of 47 girls aged between 10 and 13 generally is. But it was also enormous fun, and the other Guiders werre nice and friendly, so I'm going back next week. On a trial, as I want to make sure I can fit it in with work... But at one point I had this conversation with one of the other Guiders:
Her: "We're taking the girls to see Pink at Nottingham arena in November if you want to come."
Me: "Oh. That's nice. Er, what's Pink?"
It turns out Pink is some pop person who makes lots of loud noise at places like Nottingham Arena (if I'm going to be an old fart, I might as well say as many old fart things as possible). Scarily Pink herself (thank goodness for Wikipedia) is a month older than me, so I can't be that much of an old fart. She also spells her name with an exclamation mark "P!nk" (!) and one of her albums has a severe case of not being able to spell in the title "Mizzundaztood" (I mean, of course she's misunderstood if she can't spell properly!).
Yesterday I surpassed even myself for ditziness by going to knitting group WITHOUT MY WOOL. Duh!
This is the swatch I would have made yesterday afternoon if I'd remembered it. But which instead got done during last night's Casualty. (Do you think the little old lady knitting on the bus (STEREOTYPE?!?!! GRRR) will be impaled on the needles as the bus crashed?).
This is Lana Grossa Cool Wool Big which I bought from HK Handknit in Edinburgh. It's lovely to knit with, soft and strokeable and with fab stitch definition. I also got gauge straightaway!
I was also going to write a review of the latest book I've read "Natural flights of the human mind" and film I've watched (having rejoined Lovefilm last week) "Heaven" but I need to go and cook tea and make my packed lunch so I'll do that some other time.