I've been anxious to get out in the garden. This was supposed to be the week. The peas we planted weeks ago have sprouted and it's time to clean out the winter flower beds, but it's raining. Like, really raining. Thankfully I have two whole seasons of Call the Midwife to view and a new knitting project.
As for the series I'm watching, I held off watching Call the Midwife thinking it might just be too "real life". Let's face it, if I spend time watching something I want it to be an escape. I was worried watching the adventures of a 1950's midwife might not be that, but the BBC does what it does so well, and I'm officially addicted. The characters are sweet, and real, and developed, and I am now hopelessly involved in their lives. And the babies, oh the babies!!
There's only 20 minutes left until the bus comes, and Sadie will wake up, and my real life will begin, so I'm off with my yarn to London's East End. Hopefully I'll get in a few rows on this rainy day.