I can't believe what this job is doing to my knitting life, my partner and my poor pets. I'm up at 4.30 am to get to work at 6am. I walk the two miles there and two miles back and half of my shift is on my feet.
My feet are killing me, my eating is out of hand and I'm grumpy when I'm tired so my Frank cops the moaning. I try to knit at least an hour at night, I walk Tammie straight after getting in from work and then I cook a meal.
Can I please win the lottery so I don't have to get up at a ridiculous time. I'd gladly work 7 days a week if I could win enough to run my own shop of creating, cafe and workspace.
Many thanks. Time for some 😴