Boob Update: if you simply imagine that every day this week there was either some knitting of boobs or posting of boobs to far off lands (California!!!) then you won’t be too far off and I won’t have to keep typing ‘knitted boobs’.

Monday: Still feeding the squirrels, tiny birds, larger pigeons and magpies, so my small garden is becoming crowded and messy…bliss.

Tuesday: Dog-sitting this morning. Frustratingly I cannot knit and dog-sit at the same time because she thinks all balls of wool are part of her toy collection. It is terrifying and annoying to constantly chase a two year old Labrador with orange tinsel yarn in her gob…I refuse to do it any more.

Wednesday: Dog-sitting again, but this time we went out for a long walk, which I think both of us enjoyed. Came back to discover I had sold something other than a boob on Etsy!

Thursday: Drove to some shops to buy various bits and bobs. It does seem a little bit of a waste to own a car that I rarely drive…Hmmmm…might have to do something about that…

Friday: Painted the first coat of furniture paint on my living room fireplace. I wouldn’t normally be painting the fireplace but we had a small incident with a tealight candle that got ideas waaaaay above it’s station, resulting in scorch marks a good 20cm away from where it was. Yes, it was contained within a tiny pumpkin…where else would it be?!

Saturday: Finished painting the fireplace and I’m very happy with the results. I managed to find furniture paint that exactly matched the original and the mark is gone. Spent this afternoon and this evening watching the second half of the second season of Ted Lasso and the film The Hitman’s Bodyguard with The Kid and The Dog. They managed to talk me into a chippie tea and we even had dessert.

Ted Lasso is utterly brilliant, as is The Hitman’s Bodyguard, but I must warn you, the money-grab they made after The Hitman’s Bodyguard (The Hitman’s Wife’s Bodyguard) is one of the worst films I have ever watched in my entire life.

Sunday: Today our household suffered the loss of the beloved Vorloc, our three year old sourdough starter, in a tragic jar dropping accident. Mourning clothes were donned and all our flags are flying at half mast. She was strong and feisty and she will be missed.