Today I brought a crochet book with view to whipping up a few snowflakes to put me in the festive mood.
The fact that I cannot crochet have concentration consisting of a nano second failed to register as I was caught up in a moment of optimism. I have read that such crafty creations may be good for my mental health and may even lull the nerve fibres into napping.
It won't surprise you to know that I also believed in fairies.
At the time I was wandering around completely spaced out. (Not by pills, many have been tried and all have failed) but by the gruelling of the sodding shoulder who was having a tug of war with the neck cords and spine.
As well as comfort eating do you find that you comfort buy when harassed by the sodding pain?
I was supposed to be buying Christmas presents.
Oh dear. Now I shall have to hit the shops again. As not a one was purchased.