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I have something like a cold battling my immune system at the moment. I am taking zinc and panadol other such good things, but I'm not feeling optimistic. I may have to take tomorrow off work if I'm not feeling better - not because I feel so desperately ill that I can't work, but because I'd rather take one sick day now and rest and get better than need to take three next week because I'm feeling like death.

Last night, inspired by...somthing, possibly aliette-rowan's industrious darning and hemming, I decided I dig out my Knitting.

This is a scarf that I have been working on sporadically since about the year I first left home, so it's been going for something like six and a half years. It is very badly made, with stitches that are too tight and stiches that are too loose, and dropped stiches and uneven bits, and places where I don't know what I did but I'm just glad the wool isn't unravelling. It's currenlty something like 1.5m long, and while I don't have much of the original wool left, I suspect I shall just pick up the next ball, no matter what the colour, and keep on going.

(I doubt this scarf is ever actually going to be worn.)

I should learn how to knit properly at some point, if for no other reason that since I am apparently turning into my mother I should, like her, be able to turn out exquisite little cardigans and booties for babies. (Not that I know any babies. But one day I might! You should all breed and provide me with small people to buy things for!)