Of Monks and Harlots!

What a lovely weekend :-)

I left home on Friday in the midst of what to all intents and purposes was akin to a monsoon, which is not quite my understanding of what is meant by the term Indian Summer ;-) and travelled down to London. I met DS in Covent Garden and we walked off to Soho and had a lovely meal in the Melati restaurant in Peter Street.

My time with DS went all too quickly and before I knew it, it was Saturday morning and time to meet "the gang" for breakfast at Victoria Station before heading off to the I Knit show.

It was a lovely lovely day which went far too quickly. I met so many old friends and made lots of new ones too. I'm getting old and grumpy and hard to please - the show was wonderful but for me it just lacked a little "je ne sais quoi" and the party atmosphere of last year's show. But the day was about friends and good company, and I'm just splitting hairs I expect, and from an architectural perspecive the Halls and their art deco design were wonderful.

The Yarn Harlot was wonderful too, and a very accomplished speaker to boot. She held her audience well, and was just as good with her off the cuff remarks as she was with her polished talk. And you know, it was just heaven to sit down and give my poor old feet a break ;-) I do hope she has enjoyed her trip to the UK.

And who would have thought that theta waves were pertinent to knitters. Or monks for that matter ;-)

I was very restrained with yarnly purchases. I bought this lovely Schaeffer Yarn in the Toni Morrison colourway

And this lovely Dream in Colour Smooshy from the 300 series the colour is Cloud Jungle

I didn't buy Stepahnie's new book however, as I have yet to read this one properly tbh, and I'd like to thank Sarah for standing in line for me in order for it to be signed.

Also some badges to add to my collection, a lovely Herdy mug and a lovely Yarn Yard fridge magnet! Little things.......;)

And yesterday morning I ordered blocking wires from Loop, who had sadly run out of them by the time I had discovered who was selling them.

Finally, and with apologies to those of you who are unfamiliar with the geography, I had a nightmare of a journey back from London due to flooding on the line. We had to wait in Moreton in Marsh for a hour, because the train in front of us was stranded by the floods. It is only a single track in part between Evesham and Moreton so we had to wait for the stranded train to drive back through Moreton and eventually back to Paddington so that our train could then get to Evesham and then catch a coach to Worcester.

Worcester mind you, not Malvern so Mr A came to collect me from Worcester, only for the coach driver to be told at Worcester he was obliged to take all the passengers to their respective stations. I was home just on midnight instead of 22:20, and very glad to be home I am!

The coach driver was one of the surliest, insolent and downright rude people I have ever met and I have made a written complaint about his attitude to both the coach company and First Great Western. He missed Pershore station out completely and one poor passenger had to walk back there from the middle of the town from where he was eventually dropped off amidst grumbles of "I was only told Evesham to Worcester" Always a pleasure to meet people who enjoy their work