Two day’s after I arrived in Katoomba I had a bit of a sore throat. I thought it was from talking too much, but no, it was the start of a “who the heck shoved an orbital sander down my throat” sore throat. And as anyone who has tried to sleep with an orbital sander down their throat will know, sleep is a bit, well, challenging. And functioning as a human being becomes a distant and fond memory once I get a little sleep deprived. Writing and knitting? Was I really once capable of such things?
There was knitting before the sleep deprivation really set in. It’s been rather chilly here – two nights ago it reached -3 – so fingerless mitts suddenly had immense appeal. I managed somehow to come up with a whole new pattern, which I’ll post when I get back.
Today I’m feeling a smidge better, like I may be over the worst of it. The Katoomba Winter Magic Festival is on, but I don’t think I’m going to make it. If any of the knitters who invited me to hang out are reading this, apologies for not making it.
Instead I might curl up in a sunny spot inside, and try to remember what I’m supposed to do with these sharpened sticks and soft stringy stuff.
Oh no!
Not the orbital sander throat!
Betadine gargle. Foul but works.
I’m sorry the TC sale was disappointing for you (why do I feel responsible for that? 😉
the heavily discounted yarn is always the yuck stuff they can’t unload during the rest of they year don’t you think?, but then I guess that applies to every store’s sale merch.
A friend recommended gargling asprin dissolved in water, which was recommended by her doctor. And Lemsip. Trouble was, by the time I got the advice there wasn’t much chance of getting out to the shops. I made do.
You’re right about the discounted yarn thing. You can hardly expect a shop to discount the popular stuff!
Still, I wasn’t disappointed really, because I didn’t want to add weight to my heavy suitcase. So it was a win/win situation – either I’d score a great bargan and put up with the weight, or not and a lighter case.