By which I mean, of course, a memory stick. It has all my photos from France on it, plus an old version of a certainty-based marking question programme I much prefer to the new one and was certainly instrumental in me passing my exams, as well as some very funny photos that don't belong to me. Also, it was the first thing Deri gave me and in theory still belongs to him, in addition to its sentimental value for said reason. (Had he not offered to give me the old version of LAPT, I would never have gone to sports night to collect it and our budding romance might never have blossomed. But I digress).
Two of my most treasured knitbloggers are trying to post more often, and in theory so am I. These two posts meant a great deal to me, chiming both with my own ever-present intentions to post more frequently, and more deeply with some of the reasons that I don't. When I've found the willy (or been reunited with D's computer. Sadly it, and he, are in the wilds of Essex on a GP placement) I'll be able to show you some photos of a sad little sock, ripped from the needles by its cruel knitter due to its deceptively lovely appearance on said needles and holey hag-like treachery on the foot. While you're here, could anyone guide me in the direction of learning how to pick up stitches along the edge of a heel flap so as not to leave a gaping hole when resuming knitting in the round?
So that this isn't an entirely picture-less post, I'll leave you with the photo that would be the background to my title bar if only I could work out how to put it there, taken during a biology field trip last May.
The white flower is a Stellaria holostea, I think. It's more commonly known as stitchwort.