The 25th & 26th; Very complimentary about my knitting.

 The 25th of January.

I am crashing from a sugar high. It's been a good day.

This morning, after I'd finished my coffee, I had a hairwash, then wrote up a blog post. Mommy and Daddy went to pick up Christine from the station, and I got back to work on my knitted adult raglan jumper while I watched another episode of The Walking Dead.

When they returned, Christine had brought me more birthday presents in the form of baked goods! She had gone into London especially early to buy me rainbow bagels from Selfridges, and a slice of Curly Wurly cake and several brownies from Konditor & Cook. I had actually wondered if she might bring me cake and she brought me my favourite!

I had the Curly Wurly cake with my lunch (the source of my sugar high), then spent my afternoon watching The Ted Bundy Tapes and knitting my jumper. I need to tidy all the ends of my baby jumper so I can give it to Becky tomorrow.

The 26th of January.

Oof, I am tired. It has been a busy afternoon.

This morning, not a huge amount got done. I gave Mommy and Daddy their anniversary card (39 years!), Christine and I tied a huge bow around the Little Einstein thing we'd got for the baby shower this afternoon, and I did the ribbing for the front of my adult raglan jumper.

At one o'clock, Christine and I headed over the road for Becky's baby shower. I sat down where there was a space, and found myself having a very good chat about video games with Chris and Michael until it was time for food. I had a plate of mainly beige, and I refrained from pudding because I knew there'd be cake later and I wouldn't have room for both.

After food, all the men left to go to the pub, and we all started doing the games. Becky's friend had done booklets for us all to fill in and all sorts, some of which went better than others. I was good at baby emoji Pictionary and anagrams, less good at matching babies to their celebrity parents.

We then proceeded to watch Becky open all the presents (lots of soft things), and everyone was very complimentary about my knitting.

By six o'clock, we all seemed to have wilted a bit, so made our move. I had to have a rest at our front garden wall just as our new neighbour walked past, so he probably thought I was blind drunk. Made an excellent first impression.