i love my postman

‘twas a fine October morn and I had a paper to write, so after taking the children to school I did a load of laundry, took the dog for a walk by the river, checked my emails to see if anything exciting had arrived (it hadn’t), read some favourite blogs, made a cup of tea, checked emails again, and was just about to hunker down in my study to underake some serious research (honest john) when I heard the postman.

Up I jumped, huffed and puffed up the steps to the letterbox and lo! there among the bills was a notice saying a parcel awaited me at the post office. Abandoning all pretence at work, I leapt in the car to go and collect what I vaguely assumed was a case of wine ordered recently.

But no! Remember this pathetic whine some months ago? The very generous Christina at crash test dummies had the yarn in question in her stash and kindly took pity on me.


And see what she sent? Not only the said yarn (Trekking, bottom left), but another skein of hand-painted sock yarn, exquisite hand-felted angora squares, three beautiful silks and a divine bowl by a local potter. Has this woman got me pegged, or what? Now I just have to resist casting on until all my papers are written.

Thanks so much Christina. I hope you enjoyed your little parcel of trinkets and treats too.

Back to the study.

Must not knit, must not knit, must not …