But at least it was fun. For about two weeks before that I'd been floored by a coldy thing - I came back from the Lakes feeling sniffly and miserable, started to feel less blocked up after a few days and thought I was getting better, then spent the next week feeling like I'd been sat on by an elephant (a description which greatly amused SB). It was a horrible time when even knitting hurt my brain and made me want to burst into tears, so then I was all behind with everything, which is not conducive to restfulness.
I should rest before the Fiddle Festival this weekend!
In more exciting news, I have a new minicousin :-)