Poorly sick

Just popping in, between coughing bouts, to share my finished pair of socks. I worked on them on and off during the week, and grafted the toe on Friday evening. They are a gift for Mr JK's cousin in Germany, so will sit in the present drawer until we next meet up.

I am most irritated that I haven't done any knitting this weekend. A nasty virus has laid me low and it has been too much effort even to knit. I'm not going into work in the morning as I still feel pretty ropey, so perhaps I will feel like knitting a little tomorrow. I spent much of this morning lying on the sofa, wrapped up in layers of knitwear, topped off with the 69 Crayons blanket. I fully expected Flo to keep me company, and I would willingly have shared the blankie for a little feline company, but she gave me a wide berth. Needless to say, she soon made a cosy nest in said blanket later in the day.

We haven't had any real snow in our corner of England, and Mr JK spotted these snowdrops in the garden. I hope it's a sign that Spring really is on its way. I have had enough of the cold, wintry weather.

I'll make this short and sweet and leave you with a photo of Flo. She loves climbing trees and doing a spot of bird watching. There was a blue tit hopping about from branch to branch, teasing her, while she was up the tree. As long as she doesn't try to catch them, then all will be well. See you next week. xxx