Tomorrow is Worldwide Knit in Public Day and there is a gathering in the city but I will be Patchworking in Private so I can't make it.

Its also our wedding anniversary. I don't think we are doing anything for it, maybe go up to the RSL for dinner with the kids or something, but I must confess that it's not a day that I get all sentimental over. I mean, I love being married and I am glad that we did get married but I don't really see the fuss about the anniversary of the day we got married. I mean, we chose that day, it didn't happen by chance or karma or destiny or magic or anything, we just decided on it. We eloped to Fiji so it didn't matter what day of the week we got married so I decided I would like to get married on a Wednesday because I'm a quirky bugger and Steve had no real preference for any particular day, so the Wednesday that we were there just happened to be 18th June. That's it.

I am, however, a sentimental old fewwwwl about the day we *met*. I love that day. I get a bit calf-eyed about that day and ramble all day about it and ask my husband silly questions about what his first impression of me was and whether or not he dreamed we would get married one day and how weird it would be if we hadn't met, blah blah blah blah blah. Every year. Same conversation, same questions. I love it. But that's in January, not tomorrow.

So there won't be anything much happening tomorrow except of course if my husband takes it upon himself to provide a whirlwind of surprise romance that he has lovingly planned down to the last detail.

So, barring a personality transplant around here, nuffing much, ha ha. And that's fine on this occasion. Although dinner at the RSL will be nice, we don't get out much so anywhere is fabulous, and the RSL serves a buffet which is beautiful. So I am happy.

But anyway, I have patchwork in the morning while the unromantic, gorgeous, kind, honest, hardworking and dependable man who married me looks after our babies. Sadly I am not as good at patchwork as I hoped I would be. In fact, I think I suck at it a bit. I hope I improve because I want to be good at it. I spent the whole four hours last week cutting out my material and three and a half hours into it I realised that my tape measure is out by one millimetre because my kid has stretched it while being a superhero and tying up bad guys. So all my patches are out by one millimetre which means I will spend tomorrow re-cutting my fabric. Grrrr. One millimetre doesn't sound like a big deal but it will mean that the whole thing is bollocksed and I think I should start off doing things by the book.

I am going to try and actually get something done, because its the third week and it only goes for five weeks.