The black mohair beanie hat I'm crotcheting (that word looks just wrong when I stare at it,) is developing expontentially. Which means that I've made it too small and am adjusting it by crotcheting around the rim to make it bigger. That's what I love about the anarchist way of knitting. No patterns for us! No, we just add stitches here and there to make it fit.
At the mo it looks like a cap suitable for a batmizvah boy....

DINNER
Welsh Beefburgers
Spuds, chips or boiled yet to be decided
Fresh Asparagus
Salad a la Moi

Beligian Chocolate Ice Cream

My car is at the garage next door getting a make over. There are a few spots of rust and scratches that I've been meaning to sort out myself and have bought the paint from Halfords to do it up with. I've been putting it off for so long, that I've realized that I don't really want to do it myself. I wouldn't do such a good job as a mechanic and get in a state about it. It's worth paying someone to do the job well and save myself the stress. So, I'm waiting for the phonecall and will go and collect my car. Oh, and the back windscreen wiper wasn't working.

I'm looking forward to reading Tyllanpenry's new book on herbs. I've ordered an autographed copy. She sold out her books at the recent witchfest she attended as a speaker. I have never met her, but she's got my respect and admiration for being so, well, so herself, I guess. She's a dedicated and enthusiastic watcher of nature and a wise woman.

I've read my library books, having discovered I'd got 2 out that I'd read before, so it's back to the old favourites till I go back to the library. Hopefully they will have forgotten the incident of Gwen pulling the doors shut and locking out disgruntled members of the public (with no sense of humour) on our last visit.

A friend of mine plays online Scrabble regularly. As I like the game anyway, I may go and see what it's all about.