Things...

[susie_flo]

You know what's worse than someone with loud footsteps walking right behind you for an entire journey?  It's someone with creepily silent footsteps following you up three lonely flights of stairs, while remaining, for the *entire* time, right behind you yet just outside your line of vision - in your blind spot.  So you know they're there, but you can neither see nor hear them... (downright creepy fecking weirdo.)

Bleuuugh.  Am permanently knackered at the moment... all of my eve has run out.  You lot sound just as bad.  Must be a weird February phenomenen.

And Grrrr!  Yesterday TFL infomed me that my lost property claim was 'unsuccessful' and would be closed...  this was for a pair of beautiful earrings that I stupidly left on the train at South Kensington.  They were a significant birthday gift for a friend - jointly from me and someone else - and I almost cried when the doors closed.  A very helpful ticket officer got someone to search the train carriage at Victoria, but the earrings had already gone.

I know it's my own fault, but it makes me mad (mad, I tell you!) that some undeserving bastard must have found and appropriated the earrings, ignoring the fact that they were clearly meant for someone's birthday, with a written gift tag and everything.  Curses on them.  I hope they leave their wallet on the train just after they've been to the cashpoint and learn what it is like when someone does the same to them.  (Unless they were found by a poverty-stricken charity worker who gave them to his aged, sick mother, who was so touched and overcome by the beauty of the earrings that she experienced a new lease of life, fell in love and took up salsa dancing...  in which case might let them off.)

On a more upbeat note, this weekend I was reminded of how amazingly helpful people on the internet can be.  Can you believe that there are skilled human beings out there who will proof-read things for you, spot all of your errors, test your content and make recommendations - for no charge whatsoever? 

In this instance I am talking about my attempt to write a simple knitting pattern for something I created last month.  It turns out that good pattern writing is a learned skill for advanced yarny geniuses and not for dabbling dilettantes like me.  So, having posted a woeful plea on ravelry, I was flabbergasted to get at least ten immediate responses from lovely people volunteering to proof-read, error-check, recommend changes and even test the pattern by knitting the finished item... using their own freaking yarn!  (Earrings be damned, I am filled with love for mankind.)

Thanks to these gurus, I released my vastly improved pattern into the ravelry ether on Tuesday night, and am now ludicrously over-excited to see that 87 people have added it to their favourites... (and two people have already started knitting it!)   Hell, this is far more gratifying than my day job. 

Speaking of which, I spose I'd better finish my lunch and get back to some paid work...  tsk.