Panic Stations

So the first issue of Olann and is due for release on Thursday – only 3 more sleeps and although we’re there with pretty much everything, it feels like there is still so much left to do.

I have been sneaking in a little knitting occasionally (mostly by lamplight and often in the wee small hours. I added the red row to my crochet blanket last night, finally giving up at 12.20, when I’d completed the whole round. I look a mess, I’ve booked a haircut for Friday morning, enough is enough. My family, could do with a proper meal and my house, well, how about I show you how bad certain areas have become?

Currently I’m typing this post at this.

I barely have enough space to move. I only cleared everything off my desk on Thursday evening and I was out all day Saturday at the RDS, so I’ve no idea how it’s got so bad, so quickly. What you can’t see in the photo is that I’ve more piles of stuff on the floor to the left of my desk and then there’s a make shift table with piles of books, yarn and papers on it.

The kitchen has become a makeshift photography studio, the light is at it’s best in there. It’s completely in the way though, getting into the fridge is difficult to say the least.

Think it might be time to take the dogs for a walk, someone seems to be growing a little impatient, Errol and the other three, get far too crazy to overlook this necessity. Nothing would be safe, if he wasn’t sufficiently worn out.