I am currently being seriously rubbish at keeping up with my
blog.... 100 lines, “I must try harder”.
Things have been pretty much ok at Mothball HQ. We are a few
staff members down at work which has been a bit overwhelming at times but it
has meant that I have learned some new skills (booking in groups) and had lots
of opportunities to answer the phone (I’m honing that telephone voice technique!)
In real life I have been continuing the spinning. I treated
myself to a new fleece – from a Dutch breed called a Zwartble. This fleece is
mainly black with light tips and it has really long fibres. In essence this
means it is a little easier to spin which I figured was a good thing for a
learner. I have also created my first bobbin of yarn from two bobbins of thread
wound together in the opposite direction than they were spun (are you still
with me?). Now I need a piece of kit called a Niddy Noddy to wind the yarn into
a skein. Well, I don’t actually need
one, I could do it round the back of a chair but the idea of owning something
called a Niddy Noddy fills me with such glee that I can’t suppress it.
The gardening is winding down. I have to admit that my half
hour allotment visits have been a bit sporadic what with work and all. But the
leeks are growing nicely and one pumpkin has overcome all odds and will hopefully
provide some Hallowe’en centrepiece. Our plot is right on the corner of the
allotments, nearest the entrance. This means it is easy to get too, not only
for us but for everyone else. Unfortunately it means that all the local dog
walkers seem to see it as fair game for their dogs to use. People who have things to dump also seem to
find it attractive. We’ve had bricks, rubbish, cuttings, you name it. Last week
I found a lovely hanging basket, complete with flowers. I was tempted to hang
it from my raspberry supports for some added colour! We have decided to make
some form of fencing a priority over the Winter.
DD has passed her Fitness Instructor course – one proud
Mother! She has gone on to do some extra courses so she can teach classes at
her local gym. Of course, being a supportive type, I have been there at the
classes. Power Pump is mostly fun. Loud ‘modern’ music and some hard work with
weights. I am still struggling to move my arms for a couple of days afterwards
but I am assured this will get better! The other class is enticingly called ‘Insanity’.
I was swayed by the promise that there are actually only 15 minutes of exercise
in this class. What they fail to tell you is that the 15 minutes are pure hell.
To tell the whole truth, I was really swayed by the promise of Haribo after the
class but so far this has failed to materialise.... I would like to tell you at
this point that the classes have been totally worth it and I now have the
physique of Linda Hamilton playing Sarah Connor in Terminator 2. That would be
a lie and I suspect that the mirrors in the gym are in fact fairground mirrors
because after all that pain my arse is still the size of a hot air balloon!
Oh well, back to those squats.....
