It’s beginning to look a lot like Dickens

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Regular readers of this blog will know that I like to do a spot of knitting. At the beginning of the year I was asked by Interweave if I’d write patterns for some… Continue reading

“I am the Ghost of Christmas Present,” said the Spirit. “Look upon me!”

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Once upon a time, we used to post on here daily. Sure, there’s two of us so the burden was split, but I still don’t know how we did it. I suspect many… Continue reading

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!

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On my way to work tonight I drove through a light swirling of the white stuff and was hoping against hope that on my return journey I might find the fields and hills… Continue reading

Seeds For The Robins, Neeps For The Deer.

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Storm Caroline made the end of my week a cold, wet and battered one. The area I cover with my sheltered housing job is coastal, and the sea often came up over the… Continue reading

Christie and Crumpets – now that’s a bandwagon I’ll happily jump on!

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Inspired by Lucy’s recent Agatha Christie fest, I took to my bed over the weekend with a steaming mug of tea, a stack of toasted crumpets and a couple of dusty disintegrating Christies… Continue reading

Reading Round-up (now fortified with knitting and library news)

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I’ve been purchasing! I really can’t afford it, but BARGAINS! I was looking for all the Tommy and Tuppences. Amazon had the price for one book as £7.99, and I got the whole… Continue reading

The dark magic of Patricia Highsmith

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I discovered Patricia Highsmith’s malevolent genius earlier this year when I read The Talented Mr Ripley (1955). I’m a sucker for a good thriller, and the actions of Highsmith’s lovable psychopath, Tom Ripley, had me… Continue reading

I’ve had an Agatha Christie weekend!

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Alas, I don’t mean I’ve spent the weekend in a stately home watching actors bite the dust or clutching pearls (possibly both at the same time). Nope, I mean I read the Poirot… Continue reading

Oops! I did it again

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A couple of weekends ago I headed off for a much looked forward to reunion with some old friends from my Brighton book group. I’m still a member, reading the monthly book choices… Continue reading

You must not read from the book!

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For the past couple of weeks I’ve been clad in a dressing gown, tripping off my nut on dihydrocodeine, and nursing a small patchwork quilt of stitches in my mouth (routine surgery, nothing that… Continue reading