Merry Christmas!

Righty ho! I'm off to the Wirral for fun and festivities, back on the 27th for a day, then down south for New Year.

So I hope you all have a fantastic Christmas (or whatever you are celebrating), and may your stocking (hand knitted of course) be full of many, many woolly lovelys!

Byyeeeeeee!

Snowmen

If you don't own a Calvin & Hobbes book, you should!

My Boys

Hello!

Today I promise to post something other than blogthings gumph, allthough it is pretty good gumph in general isn't it.

So, the marking gods of A215 didn't like my final ECA submission and only gave me 62%. This was a bit of a shock after getting nothing lower than 81% all course, but I guess proves the task of marking creative writing is an entirely subjective one. Still i've emailed my tutor to get his take on it. Anyway, it hasn't had any grand effect on my grade as a whole, I couldn't have got a distinction, so I was looking at a grade 2 (B), which I got. So all is good. I am resolved to work my ass off for the two level 3 courses I have left, remind me in a month and a half of this statement.

Knitting wise, I haven't got an awful lot to show. I'm knitting a few bits for Thomas and Leo, and doing the odd bit on a pair of Jaywalker socks. Mostly i've been dyeing wool for people. Not overly sure i'm making any money on it really, but everyone has to start somewhere.

The less said about my teeth the better. Evil dentist says the nerves are protesting about the fillings and should settle down, but it could take a month. If they don't settle, then its root canals or extractions. I'm not having extractions, i'm not losing any more teeth. If I have to sell a kidney to pay for root canals, I will.

Thomas was a king in his nativity today. I'd like to say we have it on film, but for some unfathomable reason Stu spent 5 minutes filming someone elses child. Seriously, how do you not recognise your own son, even if they are wearing a stripy pillowcase and a curtain.

The tree is up, most of the shopping is done too. And I managed to find some nativity fabric on Ebay today to make a stocking for Leo. Things are running to plan....

Anyway, i'm shattered so i'm going to go to bed I think. Tomorrow I will post a piccy of the little King (the right one, not the random one my husband laid claim to).

Sleep tight!

Oh, and i'll leave you with this...

Your Birthdate: September 19

You are resilient, and no doubt your resilience has already been tested. You've had some difficult experiences in your life, but you are wise from them. Having had to grow up quickly, you tend to discount the advice of others. You tend to be a loner, having learned that the only person you can depend on is yourself. Your strength: Well developed stability and confidence Your weakness: Suspicion of others Your power color: Eggplant Your power symbol: Spade Your power month: October

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

Shamelessly stolen from Flossie's blog. She doesn't post enough, everyone go over there and leve her threatening messages until she posts some great new pictures of her knitting. We need knitting damnit!

Ho, ho, ho

I feel crappy thanks to my useless dentist, so i'll leave you with this until i'm feeling better xx

You Are Cupid

A total romantic, you're always crushing on a new reindeer. Why You're Naughty: You've caused so much drama, all the reindeers aren't speaking to each other. Why You're Nice: You have a knack for playing matchmaker. You even hooked Rudolph up!

Which of Santa's Reindeer Are You?

Real Men Knit

Yarrrrr harrrrr harrrrr

Your Pirate Name Is...

Cannibal Mistress of Death

What's Your Pirate Name?

In a funk

And I don't know why.....

Pinched this from Lixie's blog, now I want doughnuts. Is it wrong i'm seriously considering driving to Asda?

You Are a Boston Creme Donut

You have a tough exterior. No one wants to mess with you. But on the inside, you're a total pushover and completely soft. You're a traditionalist, and you don't change easily. You're likely to eat the same doughnut every morning, and pout if it's sold out.

What Donut Are You?