Rumours of my death have been greatly exaggerated

Rumours that I have started working flipping burgers in a golden arches family restaurant in Albuquerque are also way off the mark.

I apologise for going underground these last weeks. It's been a little busy - our german visitors have coincided with an extraordinarily busy time at work. I have been (in no particular order) cooking, working (usually 5 days worth in the 3 days I'm paid for), sight-seeing, driving all over the place, speaking bad german, stopping toddlers from beating each other senseless with duplo bricks and trying hard to sleep (but not succeeding very well).

However, events of moderate significance have occurred. I have been working on this:

22 weeks

I am considerably bigger than at this stage with the Pirate (not at all surprising), and the difficulty sleeping and indigestion are much worse too. But so far, so good - we're both healthy and happy.

Our visitors are having a great time; having exhausted Canberra, and visited my parents in the south of New South Wales, they've headed to the coast for a week or so. And with everyone's suggestions and some planning, we've been eating well too, thanks for asking!

I've recently been the recipient of some bloggy goodness which I must share.

A little while back I was one of the winners on Tinkingbell's blog comp; this arrived shortly after.


My first ever Rowan yarn (Rowanspun 4ply) in the most gorgeous greeny-bluey-deep sea colour, and a fabulous little project bag. Thanks, Tink!

And then a few days ago, much to my bemusement, a parcel turned up from the US. Apparently, I'm Valentine worthy - or so Madmad Rachael thinks! She graciously declined sending me yarn (which Beloved counted as his Valentine's gift), but instead some candy (PJ who? No one called PJ who can have this around here...) and a book I have long coveted:

Thanks Rachael, I'm so pleased to finally have my own copy instead of the library's!

If you read Bell's blog, you will know that there was a delivery of sock yarn from Germany recently. I will decline her offer to elaborate on the dramas that took place during its 12 week transit time (yes, we paid for air freight), but the very apologetic and well-suntanned box finally turned up.

There may have been some rolling in the yarn before it was distributed. I think waiting 12 weeks for 7kgs of sock yarn warrants some rolling.

So that's the good news. The bad news is that we've been given 8 weeks notice to move becuase the owners are selling the house - we were told one week after they stood in the kitchen and asked us to sign another 12 month lease and thanked us for looking after the place. Nothing like a move of residence to look forward to in one's 7th month of pregnancy.

If we can find somewhere to live that allows us to afford to eat as well, that is. Maybe I should start work on that house cosy!

So I apologise if I havent commented / emailed / phoned / visited - I'm working on it (when Im not flipping burgers, that is).

G x