So knitting is a granny sport, is it? On jury service recently I took in my ongoing project – flowers for a Mothers’ Day card – to make use of the time between sessions , and felt pretty daft when my scissors were confiscated after they showed up on the security X-ray. Doh. But who needs scissors? I knitted on with my (bone) 5.5mm knitting sticks and foolishly queried at lunchtime why my needles were OK if my scissors weren’t? …
Local charity – The Fircroft Trust – held their annual Spring Fair on Saturday 10th May. After heading for the plant stall, I was diverted by some very interesting books, particularly a well-thumbed paperback by Honoré de Balzac, Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales and a couple of thrillers I fancied. A bargain at 75p each, I tried to pay, soon to realise that the book stall was in the next room – these were from the centre’s bookshelves… A straightforward transaction at…
The weekend had been warm and sunny, and with the promise of spring came the feeling that anything was possible, even cycling up the 1<5 hill home from work. So. On my first trip of the season I was pleased I managed to ride even just half way up the hill. After walking the rest I remounted – but my legs were a blur as I pedalled nowhere, thanks to my chain coming off. With a road clear of traffic,…
What do you give the man who has everything? Top of his birthday list is always ‘lemon meringue pie’ and, along with several other of his female friends, I’ve usually obliged. Over the years, irregular get togethers meant inventive application, and Royal Mail has served us well with an LMP DIY kit, a box of meringues, a lemon (in a jiffy bag, of course), and a ransom note. But with my renewed ‘zest’ for knitting, I hope I ‘pipped’ the…