First the bad news. Rob was told at work on Friday that he was no longer needed so he's unemployed once more. Hopefully he'll find another interim job soon. It should be easier now that he's proved that he can overcome the language barrier. It also puts a lot of pressure on me to keep going with my job. My current contract runs to the start of November but it could well be renewed. The problem is that I'm finding it very hard physically. My feet and hips ache continually.
The good news is that it was Meleri's birthday yesterday. We took her out for a pizza last night and today she's gone ice-skating with a few friends. She also had her ears pierced this morning, she's wanted her ears done for years but I told her that she had to wait until she was old enough to be able to make an informed decision about an act that will create permanent holes in her body. I also made her six pairs of dangly earrings from my bead stash.
The thing about my job is that while it is physically demanding, it leaves my mind free to wander. As a result I've been thinking about all sorts of things recently and I intend to post about them now and again.
Understandably, something I've been musing about is language, learning languages and also people's attitudes to non-native language speakers. I was quite a linguist in school and studied French, Welsh Italian and Latin until age 16 and continued with French and Welsh through Sixth Form and university (although I dropped out of uni after a couple of years). I also moved on to study the artificial languages that are programmimg languages.
Something that I find interesting is that as my French is being reawoken so is my Welsh and I find Welsh words suddenly popping into my head. I guess it's something to with the way the neural pathways were created.
Here, in Brittany, everyone is so understanding and pleased when you try to communicate in French. They also are really keen to practice their English which can make for fun conversations. In the UK however, there seems to be a very low level of tolerance for those who have immigrated and are struggling with English. This is ironic in so many ways. For starters, it seems that many of those with that attitude seem to have a poor grasp on English themselves. I bet many of them hated French in school. I'm also pretty sure that when they go on holiday every year, they don't bother picking up the relevant phrasebook.
My knitting has really slowed recently. I also find that when I do knit I want to keep it simple. I've started a second cardigan for Rhianwen in purple Rowan Felted Tweed using a pattern for a frilled wrap cardigan from Baby Style by Debbie Bliss. I have almost finished the Limbo Gansey carigan from an old copy of IK, it's just waiting for the last sleeve but I ran out of yarn and am waiting for some rescue yarn from Mary who luckily had some that was bought at the same time that I bought mine! What's really shocking is that, for both projects, I have used the recommended yarn.
Sockwise, I completed the heel of the first 'waiting room' socks. I've also completed the first Lacy Ripple sock in Opal Petticoat for Meleri, it looks very, very girly - not my sort of thing at all *grin*. I'm trying very hard to resist casting on for any more socks so that I can get on with Christmas knitting.
Hmmm... Christmas knitting. The scarf for my uncle that I started before last Christmas is growing slowly. I love the way it looks but I will never knit this pattern (Interlocking Ballons from Scarf Style) again. I've been looking for suitable stitch patterns for something for my brother's present and also my grandmother's. I have plans to knit a few simple bits and pieces for Meleri too but this may be a little ambitious.
I have also been dyeing and spinning for the Twisted Knitters dye-spin-knitalong. More details and pictures will appear on the TK blog when I prise the digital camera away from Rob.