An interesting afternoon at my local hospital left me sporting a rather fetching deep violet plaster cast on my foot - I can't belive that a broken 5th metatarsal requires this much plaster!
Matt is taking care of me and recognised that I was going stir crazy on Sunday - he bundled me into the car and drove me to Dover where we visited the Battle of Britain Memorial - very moving.
There has been knitting progress on one of my old UFO's - Kate's Cardigan is nearly complete, just one lace cuff to knit and button loops to make, then I have the joy of grafting the lace hem onto the cardigan.
There's test knitting on the go for one of my favourite designers and I'm working on a piece based on a Russian stitch chart that one of the KCG members found.
I've bought some wonderful yarn recently and received even more as birthday presents. Last weekend at the I Knit London Weekender I found myself wishing for more time to just sit & knit. Yesterday my wish came true - I slipped on a kerb and have broken a bone in my foot!
Hospital was fun when they had me walk round to the x-Ray area and then back to A&E. I'm in soft bandage with instructions to keep my foot above hip height to reduce the swelling, if all goes well they may put me in plaster on Tuesday.
I'm lying in bed trying to work out the logistics of how to get a cup of coffee, painkillers and my knitting from the various rooms and back into the bedroom - why didn't I think of this before Matt went to work?
August was busy - I spent time enjoying myself with friends and family. Matt & I managed two short holidays as well. So if a picture paints a thousand words get ready for the novel....
August started with me finishing my Rowan Exchange gift and sending it on its way.
Then came the wait for my package to arrive - when it did I was totally spoilt with socks and mitts and a few goodies to pamper my feet - Judith knew exactly what was needed!
Our first holiday saw us in Devon, back at our favourite B+B. Time was spent visiting family and friends; trips to Sidmouth for the Folk Festival, Seaton for the trams and Dartmouth for the steam trains meant a very nostalgic reminder of my childhood holidays.
We came home for a week or so and then took off again to Portsmouth, this time for the Kite Festival and for the first time my Mum came with us. She's from Portsmouth originally and the hotel we stayed in was opposite where my Gran lived for a while. Mum really enjoyed watching the kites and the people - looks like she might want to come again.
We came back to London for a sombre weekend, last Friday was the third anniversary of Matt's Mum's death and Sunday was the first anniversary of my sister Kate's death - in many ways they both seem very recent.