Category Archives: Me talking
My partner has been complaining about the freezer being filled to the brim with petals of the rhododendron (collected by me after he pruned it), columbines, and from the pansies not only the petals – the stems and leaves as … Continue reading →
Last month I was ill for exactly thirteen years. Involuntarily, I spent most of that time indoors and I developed some rather unusual habits.
Last weekend, a new (my 25th to be precise!) knitting pattern for bird’s nest boxes iManor was published at Knotions.
I had never thought I would see the day, but here I am… knitting egg cozies. ‘Knitting egg cozies is not what I meant to do when I studied at the University of the Arts,’ I murmur while I am … Continue reading →
You can say a lot of things about me, but suspecting me of second sock syndrome is not one of them. That is what it is called if knitting a second, in most cases an identical, sock to form a … Continue reading →
On the first day of last year I had a close encounter with a lovely wren. It sat on a branch in our front garden very close to the window from which I could spy on it through the half-closed … Continue reading →
So there you go: writing another letter to yourself. In this case as part of the MOOC (online course) De-Mystifying Mindfulness you started a few weeks ago. In the past three years you enrolled in at least a dozen online … Continue reading →
‘Mind the toe,’ I told my partner several times a day after my toenail was surgically removed. I told him this so often, if he was given a euro for every time I warned him not to accidentally bump into … Continue reading →
At the end of April I read an article about fashionable diseases. The author is a literature critic – not a medical journalist, but does get paid to write a useless column like that.
Have you ever done ballet poses – for instance a grand plié – while waiting at the post office? Or galloped in the streets? In her What I Call Live Show Miranda Hart suggested to give in to your six-year-old … Continue reading →