Socks, Cherry Blossoms and Cough Drops.

 There hasn’t been a huge amount happening here since I last wrote—just the usual shifts at work, plus an extra thrown in for good measure. I’ve taken the liberty of putting my phone on silent for yesterday and today, just in case work gets any ideas. I think I’ve earned my days off, and I intend to keep them.

I’ve had a sore throat lingering for a few days now. Not enough to make me miserable, but just enough to be noticed—especially at night, when it seems to settle in like an unwelcome guest. I’m not sure if this is the whole show or just the opening act, but for now I’m keeping it at bay with sugar-free cough sweets and quiet defiance.

Aside from work and throat-soothing rituals, it’s been the usual domestics. The other day, while emptying the bins, I spotted a pair of Tony’s rather expensive merino socks tossed in with the rubbish. One toe had worn through—but I only bought them a few weeks ago! No way were they going to landfill. I sat down and repaired the holey toe. It’s not the tidiest job in the world, but it’s certainly cheaper than buying new ones. Besides, there’s something satisfying about saving a sock from an untimely end. Let’s just say the socks weren’t the only thing in need of attention. I may have hinted that a toenail trim could save future wool casualties.

I treated myself to a set of those trio- needles to try out on my next pair of socks. Knitting up those pixie boots recently gave me a taste for sock-making again. I might just have another go—especially since I’ve got that lovely raspberry-coloured yarn waiting patiently in the wings. And yes, there may be more pretty sock yarn on the way. I’m not making promises, but the stash might be expanding.

The mohair sweater is coming along slowly—just a row or two here and there—but I’m happy with how it’s shaping up. It’s a quiet kind of progress, the sort that suits the season.

Speaking of seasons, the cherry trees in our garden continue their dance. The big tree is now mostly green, having shed its blossoms, but the little tree is in full bloom. Anyone standing beneath its branches will hear the gentle hum of bees, busy with their day. It’s a lovely sound—like nature’s own machine, stitching spring into place.

I’ve been playing with my chocolate and coconut slice again. Did I mention the peanut version? I added chopped peanuts and three generous tablespoons of peanut butter to a batch, and Tony absolutely loved it. Then I tried crushed freeze-dried raspberries in the next round—another delicious twist. It’s become a bit of a ritual now, tweaking the recipe and watching the smiles.

So that's me for now. A quiet week, in more ways than one. Now I'm off to put a chilli con carne in the slow cooker, what's for tea in your house tonight?