This has always been one of my favourite poems. At this time of year, this should probably be one of TS Eliot’s serious poems – but hey! it’s Saturday night, and this is one of my favourites. (And my mother used to say there was a certain likeness, and a good reason why I responded… Continue reading The Rum Tum Tugger
I have completed a jumper for the mythical person who lives in my dollshouse – apparently the inhabitant of the dream house likes to wear pink. (I didn’t plan it, but the only clothes I have made that are not underwear are pink; I may need to think of something new for the next attempt….)… Continue reading Knitting for no reason at all…
I was at a continuing professional development thingy some years ago, when we had to scream at the top of our voices. I failed I discovered that, for whatever reason, in the context, on that day, I was not able to scream It hasn’t exactly kept me awake at nights worrying about it, though it… Continue reading In which it turns out I CAN scream
I am off for the next two days. I am running away from London – and that means time to work on the dolls houses! I am unbelievably happy about this. I even have my new Dollshouse magazine to read on the train down. I remain surprised at how much joy I get from working… Continue reading Unknown delights!
Everybody around me is ill – well, not exactly everybody, but enough. Patient Colleague is unwell, Creative Colleague is very unwell, and even Beloved Other, who is never ill, is not well. I am not a happy bunny. Being not well, especially at this time of year, is my trick. Sniffing, losing my voice, generally… Continue reading On not sniffing….
I have been out for lunch with Flamboyant Friend, which was, as always, a delight. And then this evening, I have been out for a meal to say farewell to Calm Financier who cared for many years for the money for IBTS, the seminary deep in many of our hearts. This has therefore been a… Continue reading A special day
Well, today has been an interesting day! Broadcasting Friend invited me and Beloved Other to visit W1A. It’s a scary building for a height-fearer like me. Lots of glass walls and sight lines straight down! But when I wasn’t panicking, I had a wonderful time. Intriguingly, the programme on which Broadcasting Friend works lacked one… Continue reading Surprising moments