9th July 2014

Not such a good day. Dad is still moaning, still wants a bike so I have to take him out to buy one at the weekend. He'll never change, the ungrateful git. At least the home keep telling him off.

Spent all evening two scarves at the same time from either end of a ball of wool because I thought it would be easier ... of course it's not! But at least my OCD is happy; exact same amount of stitches on each scarf!