...well, you know how it is. Some days you just get up and think, sod it, let's move to New Zealand.
Okay. There's a little bit more to it than that, but the long and the short of it is we are now down under enjoying (?) a New Zealand winter. Hence the lack of posts for a while. All that moving and packing and unpacking and repacking and getting rid of everything we own and spending all our money and hopping on a plane and hopping on another plane, and hopping on a third, really big plane, and hopping on a bus and hopping on another bus and winding up on the other side of the world. As you do.
But what you really want to know is...what have I been knitting?
Piccies next time. As soon as we are off dial-up and it takes less than five hours to upload one.
In fact it is a bit difficult to post pics because everything I am knitting is a Christmas present for someone. I've done two pairs of socks since last we met, but both have been sent on as birthday presents with nary a snap of either one of them. I decided to only chance taking big fat plastic short needles on the plane and so ended up with three pairs of slippers. Since they are for kids I can safely trust they won't be bothering to read this and only their mum might see them, and she can probably be trusted to keep the secret till Santa comes.
Off to chuck another log on the fire. Very odd to note that, although I am sitting practically on top of the fireplace, wrapped in a duvet, with rain and wind lashing the house and howling down the chimney, out of the window I can see a tree that is actually bearing oranges. What a crazy country.