A stitch in time

The lovely Nancy drifted over here a while ago and fell in love with my Henry. So much so, that she decided to have a go herself! She's working a slightly different pattern, but it's just as wonderful. Go and have a look! I promised to show her my progress, which isn't a lot given the time that has passed, but it's slow going and there are many other things which demand my attention. I remember so clearly starting Henry's left sleeve (well, his right, our left) in our lounge room in York. This cross-stitch has accompanied me through many houses! I stitched some more last night, stitching myself into this new life, here.

(M, last night: 'That's a real labour of love. What do you think about when you're stitching it, how nice I am?'
me: 'I'm more concentrating on not making a mistake...')

We got back to Norway on Tuesday. It is good to be here, though most of my stuff is still stuck in 'uncontrollable customs delays'. Why oh why won't Norway join the EU? There's a sign at the airport: 'Who needs the EU when you have Norwegian?' (That's the name of the airline). Hmmmm.

Well, I have a conference paper to finish and a thesis to contemplate. See you!