I am so bored with knitting the Yoga wrap, which I'm sure you can all tell by the pitiful amount I've done on the second sleeve. Blah. Over it. However, must persevere so that I can actually wear it before winter is over.
Not much else going on around here, except that I think we have a cat in our roof. I can hear it meowing at odd hours, and I'm pretty sure that it met the normal resident, the possum, yesterday, who did not appear at all pleased to have a house guest. Galumph bravely stuck his head into the man-hole to seek it out this morning, balanced upon a chair upon a table, shaking a box of porridge oats to try and entice it out, but to no avail (just in case you were wondering, the oats were meant to sound like a box of dried cat food. I told him the cat wouldn't fall for it). I was a sook and hid in the bedroom with Grumbles, as I'm not a cat fan, and for some reason I've got it fixed in my head that this cat is going to be naaaaaasty. However, he/she declined to come out. Maybe the possum made friends? Maybe I should just call Pete the Possum man and get him to sort it out. Looks like more hiding in the bedroom.