A rescue remedy sort of day
Not sure who needed it most, me after blubbing through Dr Who of all things (all those inocent-ish young boys about to go to war….) or her ladyship who was doing a fine impression of a limpit all day.
However, on reflection, she’s done this before. Usually just before a major leap forwards, as if somehow she needs to know that I still love her unconditionally before she can take that step. Maybe this time it will be reading? Then again, it’s probably going to be something totally left field like suddenly being able to run without looking like she’s about to fall over or purl as well as knit (or knit without gaining or losing stitches…)
This too will pass and anyway, tomorrow I’m at Wombwell so it’s down to Duke who she doesn’t act up with nearly as much (but wraps sweetly and quietly round her finger when he isn’t looking 
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