All's well that knits well... .....and I'm not talking about that nylon/acrylic mix that you found at the bottom of the remainder bin at your local bargain basement. Knitting is life, life is knitting! Herein you will find the random musings of a self-confessed yarn snob.
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That poor girl. After that landing, I can't imagine that she'll ever bear children. And the thought of what she's going to feel like for the next few days has me cringing while I type.
I'm feeling sorry for myself (it always makes me smile when I say that) because I've just this evening come out into full-blown ...... I'm not sure what. Best case, it's sinusitis, worst case it's the flu. Fortunately my doctor is a sensible chap who lets me keep antibiotics on hand rather than having to wait for an appointment in three weeks - I think possibly he's sensible only because he's not that crazy about sitting through my rants regarding the inaccessibility of appointments - and I took a couple of capsules a few hours ago and the pain is lessening, so I guess it's sinusitis - hurrah! Don't want the proper flu, as it would seriously screw up my trip to Prague next week. Ooops, sorry India, this is your blog not mine. I'll climb back in my box. Love, Nance
That poor girl, she'll never bear children after that. I'm cringing as I type, thinking about what her poor little body is going to feel like over the next few days. Yeeeouch! She certainly deserved the silver, and also a medal for bravery, I feel.
Love,
Nance
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