Roght, I'm off home, via Sainsburys. I must be hungry, there is a little box of paperclips on the desk here, and I keep catching sight of it out of the corner of my eye and thinking it it my tiny little parmesan grater from home....
After my uke practise tonight, I have to decide whether to carry on knitting the
Makka Pakka, I am making Oli (or my sister, maybe, I'm not sure who likes him more) or whether to sit down with a cloth and some soapy water and clean my new (2nd hand) gold mudguards. Ironic, as Makka Pakka is obsessed with washing people's faces with a sponge and soap.
and ssshhhhhhh
