I could probably knit on horseback. I fall off skis.
Sympathies to all Stockingers with nasty colds, strained muscles, dodgy joints, dental woes and post-operative discomfort*. Dental woes are particularly horrible because you can't talk to distract yourself and you can't eat to distract yourself and you can't drink yourself into oblivion owing to oral pain + painkillers which aren't cutting it.
Today's major success Chez Stourton was Edith finally, after a mere four months, obtaining the appropriate stain remover and removing the wine stains from an item of clothing over which, in her cups towards the end of a very jolly evening, she knocked a glass in such a way as to spray lovely red liquid all over some very pale fabric.
Oops.
Other than, lots of gardening. And getting the okay from a local farmer to go and train the dogs on his land next week.
*When a medical person says, 'You may feel a little discomfort', they really mean, 'This will hurt.' When they say, 'You may feel quite a bit of discomfort', they really mean, 'This is going to hurt so fucking much that you will levitate off the examination couch.'