The hot weather does for me, it really does, energy leeches away, and I sleep such a lot. The simplest of things are hard and my brain just doesn’t function well. Ok when you are holiday, and the only thing you have to decide is where and what to eat for dinner, but at home carrying on is hard.
I like the warmth but I don’t like feeling like this. Slow , slow, stop…..
I have been stitching, and hopefully I will have something to share on Scrap Happy Day.
I have been sticking bits of paper into the Scrap Happy Nature journal, then I shall put that to bed for a while and gather my thoughts on that project. A post is nearly at the draft stage at the moment.
I have even done some knitting. The dress I was making for the fairy is the wrong colour. So I shall knit a another dress, and different wings as they too are the wrong colour. Then I shall knit another fairy that goes with the wrong dress. Am I making any sense? Ultimately there will be two fairies. And the moral of this tale is don’t colour match with the curtains drawn to keep out the sun.
I spent yesterday drawing sand castles. There was a good reason for this, promise, but my drawing skills are nearly as bad as my singing and language skills. Both of which are dire.
The crochet blanket is sulking in a corner, feeling forlorn and neglected.
I am reading instead, on my third book this month already. And I don’t know what got into me on Wednesday, I requested four books from the library, which will probably all come at once.
I am not myself.
I remember that long hot summer of 1976. I worked in an office, minus air conditioning. If you are ever near Dorking it was that very large office building near the station going towards Leatherhead, all glass and flat roofs. The roof was green to camouflage it and the corridors and offices were all partitioned so the office could be requisitioned as a hospital should the balloon go up , partitions removed and wards created.
I digress from my digression it was so hot in the office, we did no work, we just waited to be released at going home time.
Like that again this year.
The NHS is 70 years old now, we really don’t appreciate what a wonderful service it is. Yesterday the BBC breakfast news came from the hospital Mr E is receiving treatment in. We are very lucky to live in a country with such a service, free at the point of contact, when you think about it, and I do.
Football is going well too.
As I have nothing to to show you knitting wise, I thought it would be nice to let you see a couple of sheep pictures, taken last week. They look exactly how I feel.
The first one I took was on top of a disused railway embankment. I call it
Sheep Seeking Shade.
And the second.
Is called Send for Shearers
Quite the most untidy haircut I have seen in a while. She prompted me to go and get my hair cut anyway.
So how do you all manage in the heat? Do you wilt, or does it fill you with vim and vigour?
Anyone got any wonderful plans for the weekend. We have a bit of a “do”.
Hopefully the weather will cool down a bit next week, and I will be back to my normal self. If not you will find me on the sofa with a book and a glass of elderflower squash!