I swear I shouldn't go on holidays

...or else I should only go on long holidays, that give me time to get over my only-ever-sick-on-holidays illness.

Not fair. I was sick at Easter, and now I'm snorting off another cold. Bastiges.

Will write about lovely Winchester when I'm not coughing. Sigh.

(Short version: it was glorious - fine hot weather, nice to take part in pilgrimage rather than stress over it, sat at head table, which was a treat.)

somebody please talk me out of buying a table loom

I can feel my craft compass spinning, looking for another lodestone, and there's a real risk it might land on narrow wares again.
Having tried tablet weaving and found it, well, not to my taste, I nevertheless find myself perusing my inkle weaving book again, looking at brocade patterns.
How hard can they be, right? I've got great instructions, right here...
But of course if I had a bigger loom than just my wee laptop model, I could make a wider band, and longer pieces, right?
While I should be confined to my bed, or at least the sofa, I find myself pondering the chances of scooting up to the Handweaver's Studio on my sick day, to fondle Ashford inkle looms, which the shop often has in stock.
(Need to go that way anyway, right? wanted to get more embroidery silks, because I do so much embroidery, yes? Right. Could have a *quick* browse of the fabric stalls while I'm there, right?)
Ebay, for once, is loom-less - just as well.

If you cannot talk me out of it...can you possibly lend me yours? A test drive may well save me the purchase...

Help.