Ugly useful thing, Misfits

My front door, despite the curtain, is still  drafty because the wind blows right at it. I've been thinking about making a draft stopper, and I've seen really beautiful artcraft ones. 

But I decided a draft stopper hidden by a curtain didn't need to be anything more than functional. Also if it used up some materials, good.

So I hauled out a pair of old socks, found the rest of a bunch of unspinnable cotton roving, and this happened.

All the roving used, socks knotted together, now holding the fort at the front door. Empty bag to prove it. 

And Misfits arrived.

I didn't order that many chickpeas, much as I like them. Two of them were packed in mistake for cannellini. 

Not a big deal, I can use them, but I reported and got a series of messages about refunds. I did explain they'd sent two extra chickpeas. I can't fathom their math but since the numbers are so small anyway, I'll consider it fine.

The pieces of cod I ordered arrived labeled codpieces. Cracked me up.

Lunch was chicken croquette with mushrooms and spinach wilted in, then berries and yogurt. 

And I now have the makings of tomato cheese egg bake, maybe supper tonight on toast. 

I always send up thanks to the growers, pickers, packers and drivers feeding this grateful old party.

And old Helen Hip would like a word. As you know, I started months ago with what my doctor diagnosed as bursitis. Very likely, in view of my activity. And I found there are quite a few places in the hip where it can happen. 

So I proceeded to get advice from various up to now trustworthy sources. Gentle stretches. Don't sit with crossed knees. Heat. Ice. Gel for pain. Pillow between knees to sleep, patience, it takes time. Use a cane to avoid falling.

And I found: hip stretches irritated it and prolonged the pain, pillow between knees transferred pain directly to the knee instead, gel did literally nothing. The other ideas not bad. 

I also learned to get up slowly, stand straight before stepping forward, nobody had suggested that, maybe they thought it was obvious. 

So, still walking as I can, lifting stuff as usual, no stretching, no extra pillow, no gel, it's improving.  I guess time was the most effective measure. I'm happy it's doing better so maybe that pain wasn't my new normal after all.

And some of those ideas may work for some people, just not this one. 

The chocolate cake is now evenly divided - some to Gary, some frozen for handsome Son's next visit, small amount left for my afternoon tea. This is how it goes when I bake. No danger of my getting more than my share!

Happy day everyone, share your cake of life!