Enjoying the sight of snowdrops in the churchyard and finding a surprising little clump in the front garden, surprising because I don't remember planting them.
Continuing to watch Taboo on the telly. Tom Hardy is still striding around a dark and very grubby 19th century London in that hat and coat, he's still grunting and growling, still sounding a bit Welsh, still displaying a penchant for ripping out other people's hearts and tongues, it's all absolutely bonkers and I'm loving it.
Deciding I drink far too much coffee. We buy our beans from here, have done for years. Problem is we're buying more and more with less time in between orders. No wonder I'm twitchy.
Practising yoga daily. There were no classes last week due to half term so, not wanting to seize up and hoping to combat all the caffeine induced twitchiness, I've been bending and stretching and saluting the sun at home. In my pyjamas. Watched by a perplexed Boo.
Knitting a pair of mittens which don't swamp my small hands.
Wishing the same could be said for the matching hat.
Blaming the knitting pattern which isn't clear about what to measure. What does 'from the beginning' mean? When measured from the beginning of the rib, the hat was far too small. When measured from the beginning of the main body, it was far too big.
Casting on hat number three which, fingers crossed, will be just right.
Feeling like the Goldilocks of the knitting world.
Listening to 'Jeffrey Bernard Is Unwell' on Radio 4. A brilliant play with the equally brilliant John Hurt.
Easing back into my reading comfort zone. Crime fiction. More about these and others in an upcoming post.
Breaking the book buying ban when I spotted a copy of the first Harry Hole in the charity shop. I thought I'd managed to go without acquiring any new reads for several months. Turns out I lasted all of three weeks.
Baking chocolate orange buns for the other two here as the cake tin was empty and, well, just because.
Viewing Under the Shadow, a superbly creepy film set largely in an apartment in a war torn Tehran in 1988. A mother, a young daughter, a much loved doll. And maybe something else. Highly recommended.
Complaining vociferously about our local council's incomprehensible decision to give the green light to the building of office accommodation on the centre square in town (that's the central square that used to be a park). Five office blocks are to be constructed. Yes, five. This despite any number of empty offices of all shapes and sizes scattered across the town and this not being the kind of place to which office seeking businesses flock (that particular traffic tends to flow in the opposite direction). One of the blocks will be built on top of the existing small lake, currently a beautifully litter-free and tranquil home to a couple of swans, many ducks and who knows what else. Another will wipe out the grassed area just beyond it. Calls from local residents and Friends of the Earth to leave untouched this one small oasis of calm and welcome little piece of urban nature have fallen on deaf ears. Participation is very much a tick box exercise here.
Honestly, it's so disheartening, I could scream.