I dunno, it's not feeling the same and I'm all out of place. Add that to the fact that I think I'm losing the plot with mood-swings ....

I think I expect too much.

I'm disgruntled. Laptop's doing some mad thing, you know when you're trying to do what you want to and there's something madly going on in the background? Like it's trying to load something HUUUUUGE and it won't let you type until it's blooming well finished? Apparently it needs defragging. Ooh, get you!

Knitting group was the living end last night. I don't think I could have upset one person there any more if I had tried, and I wasn't trying in the least! That's the thing with people you don't know very well isn't it? It's just hard work sometimes. Who would think knitting would lead to stress? Might not go any more, I'm one of the youngest at 44 anyway *sigh*

Right, well I have company coming tomorrow so I had better do something to make this tip presentable. I wondered what the horrid smell was in the sitting room and then I realised it was the bouquet we got from Tescos at the weekend. They have those ornamental cabbage plants in them, that look like roses you know? Smells terrible in here

Husband's gone away for a bit at least so there's just me and the littl'un which is usually a lot more relaxed. "And breathe ....." as my yoga teacher used to say

Edited to add: I found out how to de-frag but it didn't really make the computer work any better. I passed a few pleasant minutes watching it though.

That didn't take long. I left this 'ere blogland a year ago because my husband was starting to work from home and it kind of made surfing a bit difficult and now I've been back a few days and already I'm addicted. Why am I so weak? I'm all over everyone's blogs like a rash and friend-collecting like there's no tomorrow

By the way, if he doesn't sod off somewhere soon, I'm going to do something ugly. No, really Actually, it's alright, there's a week long business trip starting tomorrow so yaaaaaayyyyyyy! I'm not really mean, I'm just not the sort of person that likes constant company. And as I home educate our daughter there isn't much chance for solitude for me. Never mind, she'll be old enough to do her own thing in a few years and I can do my own thing too. Here's hoping I'm not too old to enjoy it!

... knitting in cashmere. Yum! I'll take pictures of the soft woolly goodness when the scarves are done. They're for Christmas presents, not for me unfortunately.

I've got halfway through my Alien Illusion scarf (this is the first sixth!)

which is looking pretty darn cool though I say it myself. When you look at this from above it's just green and black stripes, but when you come at it from an angle, you see the faces. Yay! Chuffed! This one's probably for me because I want it!

Still on knitting - yeah, I'm sorry, I'm not exactly thrilling these days - I have got stuck on 'Sgt. Pepper'. It's further on than this, having finished the whole jacket now, but I have to make epaulettes, button plackets (10 of them?) and loads of little rope-like cords to trim the cuffs and do the buttons up with. Should be worth it when it's finished but boyohboy is this a labour of love? Shame I've made it too big. It's taken so much bloody work I shall wear it even if I look like a loon.

That should look like this when it's finished. Snazzy, eh? Am I allowed to say snazzy?

We bought The Mighty Boosh's live dvd to give to DD for Christmas but we got bored last weekend and decided we'd all have a watch a month early. Ah, lovely boys, how we laughed And how excited I got looking at young Mr. Fielding. Pretty boy.

I've been to the inlaws this afternoon/evening, I just have to go and have a small scream in the garden to get it out of my system. Before I go, thank you to everyone who has agreed to be my blog friend.

I'm not a shoe-loving woman (I get blisters if I look at a new pair of shoes) and tend to stick to flatties so I can run for the bus if I have to. But I was looking at some people's WISTS (www.wists.com - sort of wishlists in computer form)and saw these lovely shoes on a US site. If anybody sees something like this in the UK I'd love to know. Mmmm, they are so nice. Pink or green, I don't mind.

http://www.fluevog.com/code/?w%5B0%5D=attribute%3AWomens&w%5B1%5D=order%3Afresh&p=76&pp=9&view=detail&colourID=1347&cook=t

OK, I'm having to put out an APB (is that the correct terminology?) as two of my best blog buds have disappeared. Just in case their huge egos cause them to google their own names and they find this Or if anyone has their email addresses (Deadhead?) could they let me know?

Thanks

EDIT: I've found Alasdair's defunct blog and sent him a message, that's good news. For me, not him of courseD

So, I've only been here a day and already it's turning rude. The little red bear (he's not like any bear I've met before) wants me to name 9 pieces of music that have been playing when I have had a sexual encounter. It's something to do with an arthouse film called '9 Songs' which I hadn't heard of. As it is a bit unbecoming for people of my age to go into detail I won't,I promise, but I've thought of some to be going on with.
In maybe some sort of vague chronological order but probably not:

Blue Oyster Cult - Don't Fear the Reaper
Herbie Hancock - I Thought It Was You
Led Zeppelin - Battle of Nevermore
Genesis - The Musical Box
Billy Paul - Me and Mrs. Jones
Joy Division - Love Will Tear Us Apart
Nine Inch Nails -Something I Can Never Have
The Waterboys - A Pagan Place
Massive Attack - Unfinished Sympathy

They're the ones that stand out in my mind, once I've cleared the cobwebs away. Maybe not the best music for such times but they're what was playing anyway. We managed

Seeing as I have a friend I had better say something. Nothing exciting yet but watch this space, I may do something drastic one of these days!

I'm really sad about Nick Clarke, he was one person on Radio 4 I never switched off, and I can say that less and less these days as the whole of telly and radio turns tabloid on us.
http://commentisfree.guardian.co.uk/anne_karpf/2006/11/post_692.html

Speaking of telly, I am ashamed to say I've been watching the jungle, and all I can say is the public have been tapping numbers without listening to the instructions and now Toby's out. I think they were thinking they were voting for who they wanted out(surely Scott?)and inadvertently kept him in. Listen up folks, you vote for the person you want to keep in the jungle. I know, I know, I'm a moron to watch but I can't help myself.

It's 3.50 and I'm not dressed but I was due a day of slobbing so I have no shame. I've also just eaten a meringue and a mince pie and now I feel sick and I can't see properly. Does anyone else get blurred vision when they overdo the sugar? I knew it would happen but went for it anyway, it's been one of those weeks.

I got a book in the post today, courtesy of bookcrossing (bookcrossing.com if anyone's interested) and it's one I've been looking forward to as Philip Pullman likes it and I like him. 'Beyond Black' by Hilary Mantel. Don't know anything about it but I'm getting a bit bored with 'American Gods' by Neil Gaiman, so might start this instead.

Well, blimey, that was dull. I may well have to start to make things up in future

First words I read when I scroll down the page? "This user has no friends." Sheesh, give me a chance already!