So I'm back from NZ, and I'm absolutely bloody miserable. From the minute I stepped off the plane at Heathrow last weekend, I've been laid up in bed with the most dreadful dose of the Lurgy, that even 7 days on, shows no signs of wanting to let me feel human again. I've had aches and pains where I didn't know you could have aches and pains (like behind my eyeballs and in the joints of my toes! WTF is that about??!). Not to mention that I'm absolutely convinced that I've hacked up one or two bits of lung during the coughing fits that have wracked my body every 10 minutes or so for the past 3 days. A friend of mine who has just recovered from exactly the same illness has assured me that now my cough has reached the "productive" stage, it shouldn't be too long before I'm back on my feet and starting to feel normal again. God, I hope so :)
As soon as I feel up to it, I'll share with you photos and details of all Knitterly related things I brought back from foreign climes. I'm so surprised I got through customs given the amount of stuff I had rammed into my suitcases. If I had been stopped and searched, I swear it would have been like an explosion in a yarn shop if they opened my suitcases and the entire Romney Fleece I've smuggled through burst out everywhere!
Right. Must get on with some holiday knitting this afternoon. I haven't actually knit a single stitch for a month now so I'd better get on with it right now or I'll never get finished in time for Chrimbo.
It's good to be back :)