...will make yarn cakes.
We are now Back Home. Did loads of shopping in P'boro yesterday, and I got some lovely balls of Rowan 4-ply soft in chocolate, which I am marking down for another vest top. I think I like them, and they're good under coats and that. Got some little pressies, including a couple for antarra (also, if you're reading this, let me know where you are/that you're ok, I've been a little worried), and some stuff for a miniature swap on Ravelry. More knickers and vests, a tank for my father (!), 2-disc special edition of Sweeney Todd for £5 down from £23, which I thought was rather good, and a bunch of useful usb cables/add-ons for mobiles and pods from a pound shop.
Oh, and knirirr was accosted outside HMV by a pair of Mormons who had the name of their church on their badges in Welsh. They were confused when I tried Welsh on them, and more confused when I suggested they might be from Salt Lake City, and perhaps that was why they had the badges. Turned out they used to be posted in Merthyr, which confused me rather, as I don't recall it being the most Welsh of towns.
Which reminds me, I saw my baby bro out in his university hoodie whilst I was home. Bangor university, one of the Welsher of the universities in Wales. He is at the school of music. The shirt read "Ysgol Cerddoriaeth."* I nearly cried. If that wasn't bad enough, when pressed to explain the error, I was told that "That's what it says on the door of the department."
Hell, handbasket, &c &c.
Still, soon there should be white_hart lemon drizzle cake. Things feel better after cake, I find.
*There should be a mutation at the beginning of the second word, for the uninitiated.