I could write a huge long post about what I've been doing for the last three weeks but it would get tedious (for me, that is - I wouldn't presume to speak for any readers).
We managed to achieve an emptied wool room so Dave could move in. He's now been here for ten days, and it's not nearly as strange as we thought it was going to be.
I was without a working phone line for ten days. There has been no contact to explain why it took them so long to locate & rectify the problem. The company had my mobile number & email address. Their customer service is a bit poopy.
The arm is healing nicely now, after a small infection caused by the (non) dissolving stitches. The scar is currently a rather nice shade of purple. If I took my arm into B&Q, could they mix paint to match the scar?
I've done very little knitting, mainly because I don't know where it all is. The re-organisation wasn't, well, very organised and many of my possessions have ended up in random locations. This is very stressful for me and I've dealing with it by not dealing, in a very ostrich fashion. I have crocheted some random mutant things which was very relaxing.
My stash is now nearly all in the Wool Cupboard. It is in two stacks which are both taller than me (5'4.5). I have no hope of finding anything unless it's on the top of the stacks.
My current obsession is making stitch markers & row/round markers. This is a bit of a dodgy one, because I rarely use markers in my knitting as I can 'read' it quite easily most of the time. The round markers for crochet have been useful and caused the mutants, because I had to test which kind of clasp I preferred. I think therefore I shall try flogging some of the stitch markers on ebay.
I have been reading people's blogs but not commenting - I'm just not feeling chatty at the mo. I've also been hanging around on Craftster and CrAftermath. That's just to set Dave's mind at ease, because he worries when I ignore the internet and am not bothering to make anything.
Dave has finally managed to interest me in wargaming. Specifically, making scenery & buildings out of yoghurt pots and polystyrene. He has also nicknamed my Wool Cave the Cupboard of Shame and the Cupboard of Despair. He's over-reacting - I don't have that much stash.
Though I have gone from thinking that I have Enough Yarn to thinking that maybe I have Slightly Too Much Yarn but I have a plan, I just need a tall accomplice.