The 19th & 20th; Your heart is worn out.

 The 19th of January.

Today I am not so cold because this morning I put on a massive, snuggly jumper. I am super cosy.

This morning, I wrote up a blog post, then some wool I ordered to make a practise adult jumper arrived so I started writing down the bits I need to tick off in each section, which took ages. That was mainly because I decided I needed to make a grid so I had a diagram of how to do a particular bit of shaping. Instead of drawing it, I did it on the iPad, and that probably took longer than just doing it in my notebook. Nevermind!

A box from Macarons & More arrived for me, and I was going to leave it unopened until Monday, but Christine (the sender of the macarons) texted Mommy to say I should eat them while they're fresh. I'm only too happy to oblige.

After lunch (including macarons), I got working on my new jumper. I had done six rows of ribbing before I realised I'd been doing knit one purl one, not knit two purl two as it stated in the pattern, so I had to unravel it all and start again! I did at least finish the first season of The Strain, and that was disappointing. I might read ahead to see if I can be arsed to continue with it.

The 20th of January.

Well, I have had a delightfully sedate birthday eve.

This morning, after breakfast and coffee, Mommy and I made my birthday cake. We were rather restricted by her lack of arm and my lack of strength so it wasn't as fancy as we might normally make, but it's a cinnamon and Nutella cake so it will be delicious regardless. Still needs a drizzle of icing though.

After lunch, because Grandma didn't go to church this morning, Mommy and Daddy took her for a trip to somewhere near Swinfen Hall. I stayed here and decided to watch Call Me By Your Name while carrying on with my jumper. I missed it in the cinema, and to be honest I'm quite glad I didn't go to see it with Daddy. It so would have been the kind of film I got obsessed with when I was fifteen, that I would have watched over and over, the way I did Almost Famous. It made me sad. Films like that always do.

How you live your life is your business, just remember, our hearts and our bodies are given to us only once. And before you know it, your heart is worn out, and, as for your body, there comes a point when no one looks at it, much less wants to come near it.