I am slowly working away on my zigzag baby blanket, all the while feeling increasingly guilty over abandoning my husband’s jumper. It’s only two sleeves and a collar away from finishing! See if the guilt will eventually outweigh my reluctance; unfinished projects do bug me.
I finished The Thorn Birds. I LOVED it. I told my mum I was reading it a few days ago, and she said “Aww… Father Ralph….”. Oh yes.
Towards the end I was brushing my teeth one evening and reading, and suddenly got to the really sad part. I ended up sitting in the bathroom sobbing for a really long time, because I couldn’t stop reading but I also couldn’t move. My husband looked quite concerned about me when I told him why I was all puffy-eyed.
So again I am grieving for another great book that’s sadly finished, I think this one also deserves to sit on my bedside table a while still before I move on to something else.