I have no exciting photos to share today (not that they're ever very exciting). I have no exciting news to share either. In fact I have absolutely nothing to share at all, but felt that being as I'd been quiet for a week, I ought to pop by and say hello.
I really am feeling swamped yet again by the multitude of things I have to do. Mr Stressy has been away since Tuesday and the plan was that I get some knitting well and truly off the needles. The knitting corner would be all neat and tidy on his return. But hey, guess what. It's not tidy. It's a tip. No knitting has been completed apart from blanket squares, so as the blankets are nowhere near finished, more clutter has been added rather than taken away.
I am beginning to panic at the sheer enormity of the 'to do' pile. And the house is untidy (ooh, Mr Stressy won't like that) so I really have to go and get something constructive done.
Where did I put the hoover? The duster (do I even own a duster?) Open cupboards, put some things away, tidy up.
But then again, the final Mystery Blanket package has arrived today and I haven't completed all of September squares yet. So it's only right and proper that I concentrate on knitting rather than house work. After all, Mr Stressy isn't back until tomorrow and that's ages away...
Oh and as to weight loss, I lost a pound. A teeny weeny stinking rotten pound. I was very upset - what's the point in dieting all blinking week to be told that's all you've lost. I wanted at least 2. Bother. Must drown sorrows. In yarn of course.