I was up until daft o'clock Friday night, but I managed to get a delivery slot for 23 December from Tesco. I've bunged some stuff in to hold my place but I'll be getting a lot in the run up, just to be on the safe side. The way I see it, getting frozen sprouts, Christmas pudding and such like in before the absolute manic rush makes things a lot easier. btw Tesco are doing a very pleasant looking three bird roast that is gluten free, so that looks like Boxing Day's dinner.
Then I had to be up early as I was doing the lucky dip at the Methodist Church Christmas Fair. The fair was awesome, but I was shattered at the end. It was surprisingly successful, and I will be happy to run it again.
Of course, while I was running the stall I had a huge red scab on the tip of my nose as I woke up with a sort of skinned space where my skin graft used to be. I need to try and get hold of a doctor, but it isn't bleeding or too sore so it can wait until bear is better.
I had a very quiet Sunday, partly because walking is a challenge. I've done something interesting to my knee. I had a lot of trouble getting to sleep, which was a shame as bear started being sick at 2am and carried on.
On the bright side, I've nearly finished the blanket for uncle.
Now I am off to cancel the light fitters that are supposed to be here tomorrow as I cannot face them with a vomiting bear, even though I am desperate for lights that let me see.
It could all be a lot worse, though, and so I plan to crack on with the knitting and enjoy shedloads of Arrow.