It's not really beginning to feel a lot like Christmas

This isn't the worst thing that's happening in the world but it's slightly tedious. 

In May, we ordered loose covers for two sofas and a footstool. A chap came and measured up and then we waited a long time - till September - because the fabric we'd chosen was out of stock. But then a lady came and fitted it, and it was all fine except the footstool. She tugged the cover down and then she went away and it sprang up again and was like this. 

So we phoned up and she came back and agreed that it was too short, and she took it away - and that was still September. 

And today - 17 December - another cover or perhaps the altered cover arrived by post and it was like this. Much too long. Now, I could possibly shorten it myself but a) my sewing machine works pretty well on quilting cotton but I think it might have a hairy fit if asked to sew through two layers of this thick velvety fabric and b) I would have to find thread of exactly the right colour and c) we paid a lot of money to have a properly-fitting cover. 

Sigh. 

Anyway and more importantly, we're also being overwhelmed by a tidal wave of the Omicron variant of Covid - or at least they're threatening that we're about to be - so everything's cancelled. My two choir concerts, tonight and tomorrow, and of course everyone else's stuff too. Which is also a bit tedious. We and all our family (the adults) are triple-jabbed so presumably fairly protected, but the Great Unjabbed are expected to be filling up the hospitals and infecting the rest of us, so... Sigh again. 

The governments probably don't dare shut things down before Christmas so that's going ahead, at least to some extent, though whether it'll be wise for Daughter 2 and Littlest to come up for New Year as planned, only the heavens know (and they're not telling). 

 Still, at least there's sewing. I've finished the bunk bed quilt top number 1. Now to spend some weeks happily quilting it while deciding what design to use on the second quilt. 

And we're very lucky compared to many people in the world so... hey ho. 

(Big Granddaughter, who has a terrible cold-that-definitely-isn't Covid: Can you pass me a tissue? My nose is PHENOMENALLY snotty.

Quite a good vocabulary for 8, though perhaps a little too much information.)