then came the rain

Thank you for all your comments. To those of you living in a different time zone, you have no idea what a thrill it is to wake up and hear your familiar voices (metaphorically speaking naturally, although literally would be good too!). Of course, don't get me wrong, it is just as fantastic getting comments from this side of the globe but I'm not waking up to yours. I think you know what I mean?

The snow is all gone now, school is back on (although both mine have been off this week with the flu) and we have moved yet again. This time to a house we shall call home only till the end of spring and, although we can't truly settle for some months, it's a lovely place offering lots more space in which to enjoy the next two seasons. It just means we are having a somewhat nomadic start to our Canadian adventure but that's ok, we'll get there in the end.

Since moving in I have been busying myself with a certain amount of domesticity. Washing the clothing that has been quarantined these last few weeks so as to rid all evidence of the you know whats. I've also been doing a fair amount of baking, our local grocery store being a gold mine for the gluten free ingredients I had become so used to going far afield for with the car in London, or resorting to mail order .. and the children are such eager beneficiaries.

And yes, I've been lucky enough to fit in some knitting time. Two hats done now and I am happily clicking away on this project, in between trips to the kettle to refill cups of medicinal hot lemon and honey. I have also joined a short knitting course at the local yarn shop. What is it about yarn shops, they are always filled with the most amazingly friendly and interesting people.

There is a lot of rain here on the Pacific Northwest Coast, which makes me thankful now for all the practice with the wet stuff we endured back in the UK. However, I do like to console myself that when it pours down at street level, it is snowing up in those mountains! Nonetheless I have had to make an investment or two and if He will insist on joining a work (no other halves invited) jolly, sailing around the Bahamas, rather than keeping an eye on me then, quite frankly, what can He expect. Don't you agree? The husband may well rue the day he began nagging me to get used to the new car because what better incentive than the shops, I say. Wellies are certainly 'de rigeur' on the feet of any sensible person over here and I reckon if you have to wear such things, let them be stylish. Hear hear. Next up, an umbrella, for I still haven't succumbed and you can bet there's going to be a lot of choice in this town!

Interestingly enough, the weather has cheered up since penning this post but that's me for today, what are you up to?