I was moaning to Mr Soup last week how tired I am of driving a long distance and sitting in meetings to earn a living. I mused my eternal musing …There must be a way to earn money doing something I love ... to which he replied, What, knitting and eating chocolate? Oh har de har.
But the universe answered (and not sarcastically either). An email came out of the blue from a local production house, asking if I would knit some strawberries for an upcoming photo shoot.
And so the sick child and I sat in the late winter sunshine; he coughing, me knitting (when I should have been writing a paper on early medieval documentation and all I can say is it’s a good thing Stephanie doesn’t read my blog or I'd receive a rap over the knuckles. Which would make knitting difficult).
As I knitted, I marvelled at how ‘action follows thought’, as they say.
And then the dog rolled off the cliff before our very eyes.