Hello, remember me?
I know it doesn't sound very like me, in fact, it sounds like someone auditioning for the lower bass part of a male voice choir (with occasional percussional coughs) but I have an excuse.
I have had The Bug (tm) which does the round of every office with eccentric air conditioning every summer (actually I think I got it spending four hours in a car with the husband of someone with The Bug and another colleague who had only just returned to work from having The Bug.
The Bug is not nice - as I got ready for work on Monday I happened to mention to H that I was feeling a little poorly; he opened an eye and suggested that given my delicate grey-green colouring I should perhaps stay home. So I did, and the next day, and the next. On Thursday I went in to go to a meeting and then my boss pretty much sent me home to work for the rest of the week - it's been a bit bizarre. Worst of all, when I was feeling ill - I didn't want to knit (this shows the true horror of The Bug).
I did manage to finished the first Cleopatra's Stocking:
But although I finished it on Tuesday it's only been today, Saturday, that the idea of starting the second one hasn't made me slightly queasy. I don't think it helped that my befuddled and feverish brain kept making mistakes and not noticing for say, another 30 rounds. Hopefully the second one will go a little faster.
Happily I discovered that the pattern for Lizard Ridge Squares is so firmly implanted in my brain I can keep churning them out when my brain has toddled off on its own for a bit so we have:
see, four squares, all the same colour but all different.
This gives me a grand total of - well this many squares:
Seventeen in fact
- and I have two more balls and 110g of scraps so I think there are another 4ish squares to come from the yarn I have. This would mean I was quite close to the finish but...
H and I have decided that we should go for a 5 x 7 blanket rather than a 6 x 4 given that we're both lanky so I've a few more to go - pink and orange I think!
I must now go and mourn the fact that we have just had the last (brilliant but rather sad) episode of Doctor Who until the Christmas Special