Well every year I think about this question for all of 5 minutes!
Lent spans 40 days from Ash Wednesday to Holy Thursday and is meant as a period of fasting or giving up something in readiness for Easter Sunday...a celebration day.
Shrove Tuesday of course involves pancakes. Having a clear out of our cupboards before the fasting begins. I like pancakes but making them seems a bit fiddly to me especially as this year hubby was away and I couldn't be bothered to make them just for me. So no pancakes.
No matter how religious people are they all seem to jump on the Lent bandwagon, I wonder if people know the religious background to this self enforced misery. Giving up something that you love for 40 days and 40 nights. I wonder if they realise that Sundays are not included in that 40 days? I didn't until I was researching this blog.
Now I know I sound rather cynical about this, as a child I'm sure I did give up things for lent although we never got sweets or chocolates except at Christmas so I can't imagine that I gave them up.
The main things people seem to give up can be described as the lent ABC.
Alcohol -
I'm not a big drinker anymore. In my younger days as a student and when I was a Merchant Navy cadet, I drank loads. I remember at college, weekends were spent in a drunken haze, going out into Blackpool or to a local pub and drinking excessively. My drink would be cider, in pints!
Staggering back to college would be a challenge. Waking up before midday on Saturdays and Sundays was the next achievement, often dashing across to get a plate of brunch before the canteen closed at twelve o'clock. Brunch consisted of a large fry up basically which if consumed on your own may stay down all afternoon but if you were in a group of people, it was often the norm to start talking about how fatty or lardy the food looked. This of course could make those with a weaker stomach feel a little ill. Those people could be identified by a sudden scraping of a chair and the quick pitter patter of feet leaving behind half eaten plates of bacon, sausages and fried eggs.
Sometimes during the week we would reward ourselves 'a hard day at college' with a quick bottle of the orange WKD alcopop before dinner at 5pm!! Its only recently I have started drinking Irn Bru again because the taste was so similar it made me feel ill to taste it.
Another drink which I simply could not stomach ever again would be Cinnamon Aftershock. Even the smell of cinnamon can sometimes take me back. It was a bright pink liquid which was drunk as a shot. I remember one occasion when I had just passed my second mates oral exams. I went back home and met up with another friend of mine from college. He lived not far from me and we decided to go out and celebrate our good fortune at both passing our exams. We went to his house and drank almost a whole bottle of Aftershock between us just by drinking toasts to all sorts of mad and wonderful causes. This was mixed with other alcohol, lager I think, so as you can imagine, I was very ill!!
I did give up alcohol for a whole year about 6-7 years ago. We were embarking on a course of fertility treatment and I decided it would be a good idea to give up alcohol to give my body a chance. I lost loads of weight doing it but sadly the treatment didn't work so I went back to my drinking.
Nowadays I very rarely drink while hubby is away. I just never feel the need really, I don't go out much socially to drink either. When hubby is home I am a bit more social - I like a long gin and tonic in the summer or a pint of local cider if I've been on a bike ride or been digging in the garden. We'll have a drink of wine at dinner some evenings but I very rarely get extremely drunk.
So why give up something that I only have for half the year anyway? Nah I'll just carry on with my little treats once in a while thank you.
Bread -
I love bread - I could eat it every mealtime. Nowadays there is such a variety of bread that we're spoilt for choice. Add to that, we have a bread maker too and a great little bakery nearby us. Admittedly we don't use the bread maker as often as we used to but it is lovely to wake up to fresh made bread. I have already cut down my bread intake though. A while ago I started getting stomach pains and after making a note of what I was eating I decided it was too much bread in my diet. I'm not intolerant to anything like gluten but I find if I eat bread at more than one mealtime my stomach rumbles all day. So its either toast at breakfast or a sandwich at lunchtime but never both.
I'm not giving up bread for lent as I've already given up being able to eat it at every mealtime already.
Chocolate -
As children we never had chocolate or sweets given to us. At Christmas we might be given a selection box and we had a great aunt who always kindly gave us a chocolate Easter Egg except it was always made of that naff chocolate which isn't really chocolate at all. It was horrid.
My Dad has always eaten chocolate but mum never really has. So where my love of chocolate comes from I don't know! My theory is as follows. Because I was denied it as a child I'm making up for it now!
I have always had a sweet tooth and for this I blame puddings! Whenever we had a meal at home we always had a pudding afterwards. It became habit to have something sweet after dinner and I really believe that is why now I never feel that a meal is complete without something sweet. We do eat out and when looking at a menu I always look at the desserts first!
I always like a stash of chocolate in the house, better if its in the fridge. I'm more of a chocolate person than a chocolate bar person if that makes sense. Pure chocolate, not chocolate with nuts or fruit or biscuit in. A Dairy Milk or a Yorkie bar would be my idea of heaven. Failing that Minstrels or Maltesers will suffice. My most recent find has been Twirl bites, small bite size pieces of Twirl chocolate.They come in a sharing bag!!! This of course I share with myself!!
I can go for days without chocoalte but once a packet/bag is open they don't last long.
I'm the first to admit than none of these are very good for you, although in moderation they are not too bad (I'm kidding myself right?). I also know that I need to loose weight and giving up one or all of these would certainly aid this to happen quicken plus of course a bit more exercise too.
Perhaps instead then I should give up being weak willed!
But how boring life would be then!
So I'm not giving anything up for lent this year.......what about you?
Saturday 25 February 2012
Friday 17 February 2012
A crafty week
This week I've not been too busy with Foot Health work so I've taken the opportunity to get on and do some craft work, As i've mentioned in previous posts I do enjoy knitting. I've spent the last 6-8 months knitting baby clothes and having despatched the latest box of gifts to a friend of mine a couple of weeks ago I decided I would set about knitting something for me.
Its taken me 13 days to make and here is my newest addition to my wardrobe.
I'm very pleased with it, it just needs a couple of buttons and I'll be able to wear it.
Earlier in the week I asked my Mum to come and stay overnight. My Dad was suffering with a cold (or even man flu) and I suggested mum come and stay with me instead of catching his germs!
Also it was a good opportunity for us to start a little sewing project we have planned.
My step daughter had a baby on Christmas Day and it looks like the Christening will be in May. I said to mum that I would love to make a patchwork bed quilt as a gift. Mum is the Queen of Quilting in my eyes. She laboured for a good many years over a double quilt for me and my husband as a wedding present. I haven't done a lot of sewing recently and have never done patchwork so I knew mum would have some good ideas.
She had been and bought a few bits of material and so on Tuesday we planned our quilt and decided on pattern and the colours we would use on the border. We cut out the material and on Wednesday we spent the day sewing.
We didn't finish the border but have divided it between us to finish separately.
I will post more pictures as it progresses
Its taken me 13 days to make and here is my newest addition to my wardrobe.
I'm very pleased with it, it just needs a couple of buttons and I'll be able to wear it.
Earlier in the week I asked my Mum to come and stay overnight. My Dad was suffering with a cold (or even man flu) and I suggested mum come and stay with me instead of catching his germs!
Also it was a good opportunity for us to start a little sewing project we have planned.
My step daughter had a baby on Christmas Day and it looks like the Christening will be in May. I said to mum that I would love to make a patchwork bed quilt as a gift. Mum is the Queen of Quilting in my eyes. She laboured for a good many years over a double quilt for me and my husband as a wedding present. I haven't done a lot of sewing recently and have never done patchwork so I knew mum would have some good ideas.
She had been and bought a few bits of material and so on Tuesday we planned our quilt and decided on pattern and the colours we would use on the border. We cut out the material and on Wednesday we spent the day sewing.
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| Busy sewing |
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| Our border materials |
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| Part of our completed border |
I will post more pictures as it progresses
Thursday 9 February 2012
Bikes!
This week has featured bicycles in a few different ways!
On Monday I went out for a ride with my dog. Now I should explain here that about a year or more ago my husband came back from sea ( he works in the Merchant Navy too) with a big basket. He sails into Amsterdam a lot and as you may know the Dutch are quite a biking nation. So he had sourced a basket big enough to fit a dog!
Normally what happens is that the dog sits in the basket, securely fastened with her harness on and we cycle along a short stretch of main road until we turn off down very lovely quiet country lanes. At this point its time for her to get out and run along next to the bike. Hubby and her travel many miles using this method and she gets lots of exercise, well needed for a border collie.
We have plenty of comments about it and have seen many heads turned as we have cycled past. I often go out with them and find it fun to cycle behind them because I get to hear all the comments - "Did you see that dog?" is the most common. Its funny cos she just sits there looking very smug at times especially if we pass another dog.
When hubby is away I do try to go out and use his bike and take her for a cycle run but with work etc its not always possible so we do tend to stick to conventional dog walking!
Anyhow on Monday I decided we would go out for a short cycle in between rain showers.
We had done our main cycle run and were just entering a small housing estate near were I live which is still in the process of being built. There is a short cut through to where we live so I thought I would go through that way as the occasional droplet of rain had turned to a constant shower.
I stopped and put the dogs lead on and got back on my bike. She trots along easily on the pavement as I was going to freewheel down the slight hill to the gate. As I set off I had my right hand on my handlebars while holding the lead in my left hand. I have done it so many times but on this occasion it didn't quite work out. As I turned my handlebars slightly to keep away from the kerb, for some reason I also yanked on the brake and before I knew it I was falling, slamming onto my right side.
Wow that was hard.
The dog just stood looking at me on the pavement 'What exactly are you doing?' she seemed to be thinking.
'Are you alright?' said a voice as I picked myself up, trying to understand the stupid thing I had just done. The occupant of a nearby bungalow had just come out their front door and had seen me sprawled on the road. 'Oh yes, I'm just fine' I replied and proceeded to brush myself off and clamber back on the bike. 'I've got to get out of here quick, 'I thought, I was so embarrassed.
I came home and got straight in the shower, bruises had already started to appear on my right knee and elbow.
I have to say my shoulder has been the worst casualty, especially first thing in the morning but after a visit to the doctor yesterday I've been reassured that I have broken nothing. Anti inflammatories and Tiger Balm are the prescribed solution.
Yesterday I had a more cheerful encounter with a bike. As well as spending time at sea my main form of income now is as a Foot Health Practitioner. I visit people at home, trimming their toe nails, removing corns and callus and generally cheering them up so they can walk more comfortably until I see them next.
I was visiting my last patient of the day, I had made up some time in the afternoon and was about 20 minutes early for my appointment. This particular gentleman, I'll called him Mr Posh, is a lovely chap, who used to write plays and Radio & TV scripts. He is very well spoken, 'Posh' even but is sadly going blind. I don't leave him an appointment card as he wouldn't be able to read it so I always phone him a day or two before the appointment to remind him I am coming.
He can no longer write which I know saddens him very much. He lives on his own and I know he enjoys listening to audio books a lot now using headphones. He is also a great font of all sorts of knowledge, every time I visit he always asks if I have an ancestor who did one thing or another. I think he must look up my surname and find out information about different 'Greenways'. One was apparently deported to Australia!
Anyway I knocked on the door several times and after getting no reply was feeling a bit worried. I know he rarely goes out so hoped nothing terrible had happened to him. I thought maybe he was listening to a book and couldn't hear my knocking so I rang his phone. He answered but seemed a bit out of breath and I was aware of loud music in the background. Slightly puzzled I explained I was a bit early but I was on his doorstep waiting to be let in.
After a few minutes he arrived at the door, a bit breathless and as I apologised again for being early he said,' Oh I was cycling'
I wasn't quite sure what to say but I think a quiet 'oh' came out of my mouth followed by a louder, 'Cycling? what do you mean?'
It appears he has an exercise bike in one of his rooms and goes cycling on it every day. No wonder he is still quite fit at the age of 91!
Finally today I have been updating my local RNLI fundraising page on Facebook. We have recently met a chap, who has decided to do a cycle ride in aid of the RNLI.
At the end of May /early June, this recently retired railwayman, will attempt one ofFrance ’s
more exacting long distance cycling challenges, the Brest
to Strasbourg Brest to Strasbourg
It did get me thinking about how brave he was to decide to do such a thing. When I was 16 I cycled from Lands End to John O'Groats. I did it with my father and 4 other people from our cycling club. Although we were a cycling family, having done a few cycling holidays etc, cycling such a large distance was completely alien to me. 'Oh yes, I'll do that' I said and off we went. I remember doing a practice ride a week before and after about 10 miles I was knackered. I think we all doubted if I would succeed so much so that I never got myself any sponsorship until after I had completed it and then told everyone what I had done. We cycled 1000 miles in 2 weeks, the longest day being over 100 miles on the last day. We stayed in Youth Hostels along the way and were supported every day by my mum, a friend of my parents and my brother. They travelled in a big yellow minibus from youth hostel to youth hostel and stopped at various points during the day where we would stop and refuel!
It was the hardest endurance thing I have ever done and I'm not sure I would do anything like it again. We did it in July so the weather was fairly good to us until we arrived in Scotland and then it rained. The worst day was cycling into Scotland, on a very main road with rain pelting me in the face and wearing a cape which ballooned up making me feel like a giant plastic bag or umbrella being blown along the road. Traffic was thundering past us as we pedalled along in a line. I had got to the point of wondering why on earth was I doing it and had started to cry. It was at this point that the big yellow minibus came past and I remember seeing my brothers face peering out of the van at me. Apparently he tried to make my mum stop to see if I was alright but on such a main road it wasn't possible so I just had to carry on.
I have to say that there were many times before that, that I could have given up. One of the men would say, 'Get in the van luv' if I ever looked weary or sounded fed up but I always thought, well yes I could, but I would feel better again in a few miles and I could get out again and carry on BUT I wouldn't have cycled ALL of it, so I always carried on.
So I shall be wishing this chap much luck in May when he sets off to France for his endurance test - rather him than me!
On Monday I went out for a ride with my dog. Now I should explain here that about a year or more ago my husband came back from sea ( he works in the Merchant Navy too) with a big basket. He sails into Amsterdam a lot and as you may know the Dutch are quite a biking nation. So he had sourced a basket big enough to fit a dog!
Normally what happens is that the dog sits in the basket, securely fastened with her harness on and we cycle along a short stretch of main road until we turn off down very lovely quiet country lanes. At this point its time for her to get out and run along next to the bike. Hubby and her travel many miles using this method and she gets lots of exercise, well needed for a border collie.
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| Mad dog and Englishman! |
We have plenty of comments about it and have seen many heads turned as we have cycled past. I often go out with them and find it fun to cycle behind them because I get to hear all the comments - "Did you see that dog?" is the most common. Its funny cos she just sits there looking very smug at times especially if we pass another dog.
When hubby is away I do try to go out and use his bike and take her for a cycle run but with work etc its not always possible so we do tend to stick to conventional dog walking!
Anyhow on Monday I decided we would go out for a short cycle in between rain showers.
We had done our main cycle run and were just entering a small housing estate near were I live which is still in the process of being built. There is a short cut through to where we live so I thought I would go through that way as the occasional droplet of rain had turned to a constant shower.
I stopped and put the dogs lead on and got back on my bike. She trots along easily on the pavement as I was going to freewheel down the slight hill to the gate. As I set off I had my right hand on my handlebars while holding the lead in my left hand. I have done it so many times but on this occasion it didn't quite work out. As I turned my handlebars slightly to keep away from the kerb, for some reason I also yanked on the brake and before I knew it I was falling, slamming onto my right side.
Wow that was hard.
The dog just stood looking at me on the pavement 'What exactly are you doing?' she seemed to be thinking.
'Are you alright?' said a voice as I picked myself up, trying to understand the stupid thing I had just done. The occupant of a nearby bungalow had just come out their front door and had seen me sprawled on the road. 'Oh yes, I'm just fine' I replied and proceeded to brush myself off and clamber back on the bike. 'I've got to get out of here quick, 'I thought, I was so embarrassed.
I came home and got straight in the shower, bruises had already started to appear on my right knee and elbow.
I have to say my shoulder has been the worst casualty, especially first thing in the morning but after a visit to the doctor yesterday I've been reassured that I have broken nothing. Anti inflammatories and Tiger Balm are the prescribed solution.
Yesterday I had a more cheerful encounter with a bike. As well as spending time at sea my main form of income now is as a Foot Health Practitioner. I visit people at home, trimming their toe nails, removing corns and callus and generally cheering them up so they can walk more comfortably until I see them next.
I was visiting my last patient of the day, I had made up some time in the afternoon and was about 20 minutes early for my appointment. This particular gentleman, I'll called him Mr Posh, is a lovely chap, who used to write plays and Radio & TV scripts. He is very well spoken, 'Posh' even but is sadly going blind. I don't leave him an appointment card as he wouldn't be able to read it so I always phone him a day or two before the appointment to remind him I am coming.
He can no longer write which I know saddens him very much. He lives on his own and I know he enjoys listening to audio books a lot now using headphones. He is also a great font of all sorts of knowledge, every time I visit he always asks if I have an ancestor who did one thing or another. I think he must look up my surname and find out information about different 'Greenways'. One was apparently deported to Australia!
Anyway I knocked on the door several times and after getting no reply was feeling a bit worried. I know he rarely goes out so hoped nothing terrible had happened to him. I thought maybe he was listening to a book and couldn't hear my knocking so I rang his phone. He answered but seemed a bit out of breath and I was aware of loud music in the background. Slightly puzzled I explained I was a bit early but I was on his doorstep waiting to be let in.
After a few minutes he arrived at the door, a bit breathless and as I apologised again for being early he said,' Oh I was cycling'
I wasn't quite sure what to say but I think a quiet 'oh' came out of my mouth followed by a louder, 'Cycling? what do you mean?'
It appears he has an exercise bike in one of his rooms and goes cycling on it every day. No wonder he is still quite fit at the age of 91!
Finally today I have been updating my local RNLI fundraising page on Facebook. We have recently met a chap, who has decided to do a cycle ride in aid of the RNLI.
At the end of May /early June, this recently retired railwayman, will attempt one of
It did get me thinking about how brave he was to decide to do such a thing. When I was 16 I cycled from Lands End to John O'Groats. I did it with my father and 4 other people from our cycling club. Although we were a cycling family, having done a few cycling holidays etc, cycling such a large distance was completely alien to me. 'Oh yes, I'll do that' I said and off we went. I remember doing a practice ride a week before and after about 10 miles I was knackered. I think we all doubted if I would succeed so much so that I never got myself any sponsorship until after I had completed it and then told everyone what I had done. We cycled 1000 miles in 2 weeks, the longest day being over 100 miles on the last day. We stayed in Youth Hostels along the way and were supported every day by my mum, a friend of my parents and my brother. They travelled in a big yellow minibus from youth hostel to youth hostel and stopped at various points during the day where we would stop and refuel!
It was the hardest endurance thing I have ever done and I'm not sure I would do anything like it again. We did it in July so the weather was fairly good to us until we arrived in Scotland and then it rained. The worst day was cycling into Scotland, on a very main road with rain pelting me in the face and wearing a cape which ballooned up making me feel like a giant plastic bag or umbrella being blown along the road. Traffic was thundering past us as we pedalled along in a line. I had got to the point of wondering why on earth was I doing it and had started to cry. It was at this point that the big yellow minibus came past and I remember seeing my brothers face peering out of the van at me. Apparently he tried to make my mum stop to see if I was alright but on such a main road it wasn't possible so I just had to carry on.
I have to say that there were many times before that, that I could have given up. One of the men would say, 'Get in the van luv' if I ever looked weary or sounded fed up but I always thought, well yes I could, but I would feel better again in a few miles and I could get out again and carry on BUT I wouldn't have cycled ALL of it, so I always carried on.
So I shall be wishing this chap much luck in May when he sets off to France for his endurance test - rather him than me!
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| Us at the finish line in John O'Groats - July 1991 |
Wednesday 8 February 2012
Knitting and nattering
I've been going to Knit and Natter for just over a year now. I have always loved knitting, needlecraft, cross stitch etc but over the past year or so I have increased my knitting. The main reason for this seems to be the fact that so many people I know seem to be reproducing, and everyone loves a newborn baby in a knitted item!!
I started knitting as a child, I have a lasting memory of my paternal grandmother sitting in a rocking chair, knitting, needles clacking away as she created something. I never remember what it was she knitted but I know she was fast!
My maternal grandmother always knitted too and she knitted squares to be made into blankets right up until she died.
A few years later I started on the epic adventure of kntting my own jumper out of remnants although I was fairly organised in that front and back were the same and the sleeves were the same as each other. It must have taken me at least 18 months to knit this jumper and eventually the day came when I could sew it up and try it on.
With my mums guidance I sewed it up and then jumped up, all excited about the prospect of trying on this long awaited garment. I ran into the kitchen with it and pulled it over my head and looked in the mirror. My mum was waiting in the lounge and says that all she heard was my voice, "Oh God, its awful".
Sadly it was one of those rare moments when something really does look better on the hanger than it does on! I think I only wore it about 10 times and then it went on a journey to the charity shop.
About three Christmases ago, my parents bought me wool, bamboo needles and a pattern to knit a cardigan. It was gorgeous wool, a pale purple colour and I enjoyed knitting it so much it was finished by the end of January. And so began my new found interest in knitting.
I was sat in the hairdressers last February and started reading a newsletter from a local town and Knit and Natter was advertised in there. I took the email address of the lady who organised it and a few days later I was sat in a local coffee shop knitting with a bunch of other ladies. Not all old, grey haired ladies, I hasten to add. One girl is younger than me and a very talented and dedicated knitter with plans to open her own knitting shop sometime in the near future.
We meet once a week on a Tuesday between 5-7pm and there is also a group on a Thursday morning which I go to if I am not working. I have made some new friends and also learnt new skills and swapped patterms and ideas.
I have been mainly knitting smaller items, bootees, mittens and hats but have advanced to small baby jackets and even a cuddly toy. My favourite so far is a baby jacket I have knitted using a pattern book from 1943 - still in fashion I think. I also fundraise for the RNLI so have knitted about 4 lifeboatmen so far all raffled for funds.
This last few months have been busy with two family babies arriving by Christmas, I was busy knitting a lot. I also decided that my friends childen would get novelty egg cosies as a present along with an egg cup so I knitted four different cosies and then bought 4 plain white porcelain egg cups and some special paints. I had a great time decorating them each individually and parcelling them up for each child. I was really pleased to received thank you notes from them all expressing how much they loved them.
I wonder if the same could be said if I had bought them a computer game or something similar.
My best friend had a baby girl yesterday so I finally finished her little parcel of knitting and will post it tomorrow,
The next baby is due in July so before I start on their knitted gifts I have decided to knit something for me! I'm on a waistcoat at the mo and when I finish it I shall post a photo.
I started knitting as a child, I have a lasting memory of my paternal grandmother sitting in a rocking chair, knitting, needles clacking away as she created something. I never remember what it was she knitted but I know she was fast!
My maternal grandmother always knitted too and she knitted squares to be made into blankets right up until she died.
A few years later I started on the epic adventure of kntting my own jumper out of remnants although I was fairly organised in that front and back were the same and the sleeves were the same as each other. It must have taken me at least 18 months to knit this jumper and eventually the day came when I could sew it up and try it on.
With my mums guidance I sewed it up and then jumped up, all excited about the prospect of trying on this long awaited garment. I ran into the kitchen with it and pulled it over my head and looked in the mirror. My mum was waiting in the lounge and says that all she heard was my voice, "Oh God, its awful".
Sadly it was one of those rare moments when something really does look better on the hanger than it does on! I think I only wore it about 10 times and then it went on a journey to the charity shop.
About three Christmases ago, my parents bought me wool, bamboo needles and a pattern to knit a cardigan. It was gorgeous wool, a pale purple colour and I enjoyed knitting it so much it was finished by the end of January. And so began my new found interest in knitting.
I was sat in the hairdressers last February and started reading a newsletter from a local town and Knit and Natter was advertised in there. I took the email address of the lady who organised it and a few days later I was sat in a local coffee shop knitting with a bunch of other ladies. Not all old, grey haired ladies, I hasten to add. One girl is younger than me and a very talented and dedicated knitter with plans to open her own knitting shop sometime in the near future.
We meet once a week on a Tuesday between 5-7pm and there is also a group on a Thursday morning which I go to if I am not working. I have made some new friends and also learnt new skills and swapped patterms and ideas.
I have been mainly knitting smaller items, bootees, mittens and hats but have advanced to small baby jackets and even a cuddly toy. My favourite so far is a baby jacket I have knitted using a pattern book from 1943 - still in fashion I think. I also fundraise for the RNLI so have knitted about 4 lifeboatmen so far all raffled for funds.
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| Cuddly bunny |
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| Wrist warmers |
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| Bunny Bootees |
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| I made this lifeboatman to be raffled in aid of the RNLI |
This last few months have been busy with two family babies arriving by Christmas, I was busy knitting a lot. I also decided that my friends childen would get novelty egg cosies as a present along with an egg cup so I knitted four different cosies and then bought 4 plain white porcelain egg cups and some special paints. I had a great time decorating them each individually and parcelling them up for each child. I was really pleased to received thank you notes from them all expressing how much they loved them.
I wonder if the same could be said if I had bought them a computer game or something similar.
My best friend had a baby girl yesterday so I finally finished her little parcel of knitting and will post it tomorrow,
The next baby is due in July so before I start on their knitted gifts I have decided to knit something for me! I'm on a waistcoat at the mo and when I finish it I shall post a photo.
Saturday 4 February 2012
Hot and Cold
The white stuff is falling
A blanket of snow
Inside the fire's on
Embers aglow
Lets finish this walk
Paws and fingers getting cold
We'll get in, dry off
There's a mug of hot chocolate to hold!
This poem was my first contribution to Poetry Jam
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