I'm not sure whether I can cope with all the excitement that my few days away contained. I'm a very tired and broke little badger, but I shall do my best to tell the exciting tale of buying yarn down south.
Thursday involved being collected by Spanner
and Northern Monkey. I managed to lock my keys in my car just before they arrived, but luckily I found a local delinquent to rescue them for me. We set off and everything was fun and happy, so I took the executive decision to inform Stuart Maconie that we were quite impressed with his choice of tunes on Radio 2 that afternoon. NM then declared she needed a wee, and so it was only later that night we discovered that Stuart had said mentioned us. My big break on radio, and I missed it due to NM's bladder. (If you want to hear us mentioned - and let's face it, why wouldn't you - then clicky here
and choose to listen to Thursday's episode. We're named about 15 minutes into the show).
Anyhoo, we arrived down south and went to the pub where I had some southern booze. It tasted ok, but the locals seemed an odd lot.
We retired to Super Monkey's
treehouse and I had an enjoyable night's sleep where I wasn't threatened with a crowbar and also wasn't nearly crushed by a giant. Oh no, the treehouse is a marvelous place for a sleepover.
In the morning we were off! We got seats on the train and Spanner had a row with a man about her socks. She got quite angry and I got a bit scared, but then he ran away from us after Spanner yelled 'sock hater!' at him very loudly. The rest of the journey to London was fairly uneventful, but then we had to navigate the tube. I found a map and plotted our route, with only a little bit of help from everyone else.
And we arrived! I met up with old chums
who have fat bellies.
I made new chums
who have the softest imaginable black baby alpaca lace ever.
I found some very forward thinking ladies at Knitwitches
who let me try on a badger sized shawl. Babooshka badger!
I found some squishy fibre at Fyberspates
and I squeezed it good and proper before deciding it needed to come home with me.
I spent some pennies at Socktopus
. Good yarn, good happy ladies.
And one final chum at the show was Phil from the Natural Dye Studio
We then ate pancakes, did more shopping and all kinds of stuff, but I'm tired now and so will post part 2 later. Kthxbye.