The 28th of February.
Had a lovely time at Lefty Scum last night. Josie and Johnny loved the bunny I made for the baby, and the show was so great. Grace Petrie is brilliant; a British Kimya Dawson of our time. The man sitting next to me blew his nose and the woman next to him coughed a lot which concerned me but I do not appear to have picked anything up from them, touch wood.
Today I have been crocheting like mental to get Sara’s spaniel done before Luisa’s show tonight, but now I’m not sure she’ll still be there at the interval because Suzi is leaving straight after her bit to get back to London so Sara’ll probably do the same. No matter, I’ll hold on to them for now.
That is all I have done today, in front of the tv. Had a bit of a Bones binge, and saw the episode of How to Get Away with Murder with the Caplan and Gold party and I think it was the most stressed I have ever been during a tv show in my life. Watching Laurel miscarry in the lift was harrowing. I texted Christine throughout.
The 1st of March.
Not surprisingly, today has consisted of very little. I slept through my alarm, somehow, but not too late. Put on the twosie I got for Christmas and thermal socks, although my toes are still perished. We’ve probably got it the easiest in the country, but it’s still way too cold for me.
So young Mac and I have had a snuggly snow day. He got a bit neglected yesterday, so he and I have watched much Netflix. I got as far up to date with The Blacklist as possible, and the rest of it has been Hemlock Grove. The plot is absolute rubbish and the writing is pretty terrible but hey, my standards aren’t high.
That has been literally it! Bed will be electric blanket on full, two extra blankets, pyjamas tucked into furry socks. Too cold.