Using my time

 When I come and look after Holly, I regard it as a sort of holiday.  It's actually more restful than most holidays when I tend to want to see and do things.  When I come here I like to "be" and to be creative.  There's a brilliant craft room here where I can make cards, and there's a porch where I can look at the view and click my knitting needles. 

This time I've been making a blanket for a little boy of my acquaintance.  (I mentioned it in an earlier post.)  I wanted to get it finished as T's granny died recently and I think he needs all the comfort he can get.  I was determined to get it finished for him.  And I have.   But Holly seems to have different ideas about who it is for.