Very much over the olympics
I overdid the olympics last week, tried to watch everything at once, surfeited, and became so sick of it I didn't even watch Lochte race. I'm even over Lochte. I tuned in only a little to keep track of Jess Ennis, but mostly read a book*. Remember, Jenny is a mindworm. I really want to finish my Echo Flower Shawl but each rows takes forever and regardless of how little I'm now watching the olympics, I've less than a week to finish my socks.
I went to Balham yesterday to collect some old belonging that had been in storage care of a very good friend for several years. There were old photos, paints, and books in there, even older photos and a few things that didn't belong to me. So a box went in the bin, a box went to the charity shop and a suitcase came back home full when it had left empty. I have to post a few things to the person they belong to or I could bin them. I'm 80% devided on what I'll do.
*The woman Who Died A Lot, Jasper FForde