I have no knitting news. I've had the lurgy and didn't manage any knitting progress over the weekend. This means that MrC's birthday socks will not be done in time for his birthday on Saturday. I had to restart them last night in a new shade as the previous attempt had ended up with a knitted mess.
But on to ravelry.
Last night MrC told me that he'd added a new pattern to my ravelry library. He'd decided that he might like another Voyageur's hat. The last one I knitted was great but the red yarn made him look a bit odd - it would have looked much better in a darker colour. He was mightly surprised to see that his picture came up when he googled it...
Anyway, I asked him how he's managed to put a pattern in my library and it turns out that his computer is logged onto my ravelry account. Which has reminded me of something which happened earlier this year...
In Spring MrC went off to Devon to visit an old school friend. When apart we'll always speak in the evening, and text first thing in the morning. In our late nght call MrC emntioned that he had dodgy phone reception and texts weren't sending. So come Saturday monring I wasn't surprised to not receive a text and didn't bother texting him. I spent a quiet day knitting. Instead of using my phone for raverly and toher web browsing, I picked up my new phone )the spare!) and used this all day via wifi. It was only at 5pm, when I'd added an email address to this new phone, that I saw an email from MrC with subject line 'call me'. It was then that I descovered that my old phone, the one with the sim card in, was in Flight Mode, from the previous evening. As soon as I turned it back on it started bleeping and notifying me of texts and voice mails. I phoned MrC. 'phone me back in five minutes. I've got to phone Billy (his son) and stop him heading over to you. You need to call your parents'.
So I did. I'd had a nice relaxing day, but nobody else had!
Dad had tried to phone me about a parcel, something he has never done on a Saturday. NHo reply from either my mobile (flight mode!) or landline (which turned out to have a fault!). He sent texts, left voicemail and by 4pm was getting concerned. So he called MrC - who told him he wasn't at home and by the way, he hadn't had a text off me either. Not the wisest thing to say to an elderly paretn! MrC and my parents went into panic mode. He called Billy and asked him to go over to check on me. My parents phoned my sister and one of my brothers who also tried to contact me. My sister phoned the police who said that they couldn't do anyting as I wasn't a vulnerable person.
My sister was getting ready to travel to London. MrC packed his bags and missed out on the local music festival he'd gone down for. My dad was in tears. My parents thought I'd been murdered, living in London, and MrC thought I'd dropped down dead! And this is why I thought of htis story when he logged into ravelry as me - because in a last desperate attempt to contact me he'd signed up for ravelry! Unfortunately it has had no influence on him at all.
Further mortification, at 7am on Sunday there was a loud knocking on the door. And a very loud'Police! Are you ok?'. They'd decided to check me out anyway.
We still refer to it as the weekend when everyone thought I'd been murdered...