Random acts of kindness.... and the somewhat odd result

The other week Lama set us some homework.  We were to pick one day in the week, write down five kind things we were going to do that day, and do them.  Well it turns out that I suck at organised kindness! People I'd planned to do stuff for were out and circumstances generally messed with my plans.  All in all a B- for achievement.

One act that did kind of work out though was buying a homeless guy dinner.  If you spend any time near Waterloo station in London you've probably seen him.  He tends to sit under the bridge opposite the fish and chip shop, on his rucksack, quietly watching the world go by. I've never seen him ask for money and he's there no matter the time or weather. I must have walked past him a hundred times.

For some reason though I couldn't get him out of my head during meditation last week. It is my Thursday night treat to get some chips on the way home and for some reason I couldn't stop thinking of him.  Anyway this night I plucked up the courage to talk to him (half nine at night and talking to an utter stranger in London is not the done thing for nice young ladies!) and offered to buy him fish and chips for dinner.  What I didn't expect though was the reply of "thank you, but I'm a vegetarian". I've got to say that I was honestly blown away. That even when he wasn't sure when he'd eat next or sleep that night, he was still able to stick to something important to him was humbling. How often do we compromise on the things we "believe" in for an easy life?  Yet here he was holding out.

We compromised on chips but I suspect I was the one richer for the encounter.

The bonkers things I get asked in interview!

I've had a couple of interviews recently ranging from the funny to the downright rude, with a small detour through mad en route...

"If you were a chocolate bar, what would you be and why?" ... erm really?

"If you were stranded on a desert island who wouldn't you want to share it with?" ... where do I start!

And my favourite...
"so you live three hundred miles away, what would you do if you got this job?" .... "Move!"

This is why I don't do socks cuff-down!

I've finally got the house more or less sorted, mostly deep cleaned and starting to feel like home :)  My DH has declared that on the basis that our living room is very cosy but not very big, my knitting and spinning projects are confined to one wicker basket next to my end of the sofa.  I've veto'd keeping the spindles in it (that's what we have a very nice vase on a corner table for!) but actually having all my projects in one place is rather nice.  Oh and it keeps me from having too many on the go at once :)  At the moment I have my Mum's shawl in there, though only two spare balls of yarn for it down here, the part done Cachoira socks and the tops to be spun for the rest of them, a couple of hexi-puffs and the 50g of BFL I'm just about to start sampling with.  The Back to Basics socks are my commuting project at the moment so live in my rucksack.  In other words, plenty to keep me busy.

Speaking of things keeping me busy, here is why I don't normally do socks cuff down:

I'm almost out of yarn with blatantly still most of the feet to go.  On the positive side I had the good sense to buy two braids of the tops, slightly less positively this was one of the very few projects where I didn't keep notes on the wpi of the singles etc... drat!