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I missed last week's entry and planned to write it the next day. But the next day passed and the next and now here we are next Sunday instead. So it's two weeks and very little news.
I finished knitting my cowl. I even have plans for all the leftover balls of wool, so if I get my act together there may be more photos eventually. ( The end result )
Excitingly, I even got to wear the cowl out of the house, as I had an unexpected trip to the office. They are taking advantage of no-one being there to rearrange the desks, so I had to go in at an appointed time to move my folders from my old desk to my new desk. Not that I'm ever likely to sit at the new desk. I'm filling in for a woman on maternity leave and she's coming back in July, so I imagine she'll go straight into the official desk once we're back in the office. (We have a two-month overlap.)
As mentioned a few weeks ago, there is an old house on my street that's being gutted. Last time, the builders had pulled down the top floor and left a pink toilet sitting on the edge. This week, ( it has a friend )
I assume that's the one from downstairs. What decor that place must have had.
A few weeks ago we heard that a woman from the small town I grew up in, the daughter of friends of my grandparents, had died (of cancer, not the virus). We couldn't go the funeral, obviously, but my mother and I sent a sympathy card. And this week, the family sent us a thank you note and a copy of the order of service in a specially printed envelope. So that's how they're doing that during social distancing.
I finished knitting my cowl. I even have plans for all the leftover balls of wool, so if I get my act together there may be more photos eventually. ( The end result )
Excitingly, I even got to wear the cowl out of the house, as I had an unexpected trip to the office. They are taking advantage of no-one being there to rearrange the desks, so I had to go in at an appointed time to move my folders from my old desk to my new desk. Not that I'm ever likely to sit at the new desk. I'm filling in for a woman on maternity leave and she's coming back in July, so I imagine she'll go straight into the official desk once we're back in the office. (We have a two-month overlap.)
As mentioned a few weeks ago, there is an old house on my street that's being gutted. Last time, the builders had pulled down the top floor and left a pink toilet sitting on the edge. This week, ( it has a friend )
I assume that's the one from downstairs. What decor that place must have had.
A few weeks ago we heard that a woman from the small town I grew up in, the daughter of friends of my grandparents, had died (of cancer, not the virus). We couldn't go the funeral, obviously, but my mother and I sent a sympathy card. And this week, the family sent us a thank you note and a copy of the order of service in a specially printed envelope. So that's how they're doing that during social distancing.