Forgive the parlous state of blogging this week - I have spent the whole week being mum, taxi-driver, cook, nursemaid, housewife and general dogs body. It's been a busy one.
Have I ever shown you this tree at the front of our house? We have nurtured this tree over the 12 years we have lived here - it was a scrawny unsightly tree when we first came here, but it grew into a very majestic looking one - especially at Christmas when it was decorated very tastefully with lights. Even when a different tree fell over into our garden, squashing both cars, I was more concerned for the well being of This Tree. (It has to be said that Mr Stressy was more concerned about the cars).
Anyway, for some time now, The Tree has looked poorly. It has got that disease that seems to affect leylandi. It looked less than perfect, so Mr Stressy said it had to come down (we don't want it to suffer) I must say at this point that only perfect things are allowed in our garden, nothing is allowed to be out of place, whilst I can have yarn and all sorts of mess inside, nothing like that is allowed outside. I have nothing to do with the garden. I am a very messy person, neat and tidy are not words I associate with!
So out came the chain saw...
... and down came The Tree.
It has left a big gap in the front garden, but one which I think we will get used to. I think.
And just in case you think no knitting has taken place this week, here is the progress of the sock. I have not enjoyed turning the heel. It is different to any others I've done. Not so easy - not that I find turning a heel easy anyway.
And I think I have a cake to do this week, then Mother-in-Law is coming next week, so I can see very little knitting taking place now for a fortnight. Not good news!
Has anyone seen Mr Stressy's car keys? He seems to have lost them - but surprise, surprise, he says he gave them to me and that I'm the one that's lost them. Hmm...