I have spent the afternoon on a walk before sorting my yarn with my German friend Kerstin, who is up visiting from Leeds this weekend. She is a knitter too. We sorted it by colour this time. I have a lot of green yarn, and a jumper's worth of blue New Lanark DK. Must make something out of that. Something with a yoke, I think. I'm still knitting on my brown cabled jumper - more than halfway up the sleeves now, with the body done up to the armpits. Hopefully I'll get another nice burst of knitting in tomorrow - we're thinking of going down to see the fishing villages, but I'm sure we'll find time to sit around and knit. We knit this evening while watching, first, Zoolander, and then later Night at the Museum. Neither of us really likes Ben Stiller or his sense of humour, but they were funny enough.
Since I've been living by myself I have settled down to a nice before bed routine: turn heater on in bedroom (plug-in), boil a full kettle for my big hot-water bottle (to hug) and half a kettle for the wee one (for my feet), place both in bed, get ready for bed, optional mug of hot chocolate, read a chapter or so of the new A.S. Byatt book, The Children's Book. I bought it as an airport paperback (I'm quite fond of these) on the way home at Christmas, and read about 50 pages or so of it, but then got distracted by the latest Diana Gabaldon screw-me novel. I then had to leave the Byatt one at home - wouldn't fit in my luggage - and had to wait for my mum to send it on, which she did about a week ago. I'm now about halfway through - 300-odd pages into it - and it's shaping up to be a very enjoyable, and surprisingly dark book. I enjoyed Possession way back when I first read it, but found myself skipping the poetry. I must admit I find myself skipping the fairy tales in this one; it's not that they're not interesting, as fairy tales go, but I keep wanting to read on to find out what happens to certain characters.
I really like the cover:
It's good, isn't it? Fake Victorian/Edwardian, art-sy, natur-y. The title in gold lettering, not the author's name. I usually pick up books that I read for fun because of their cover; if the cover doesn't appeal then I probably won't even look at the blurb on the back. And I'm not usually wrong. The ones I pick tend to be ones I like (though I could, of course, be missing out on some great ugly cover ones).
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