A Guide to Toast – for Husbands

It is a vital issue of grave importance.  How do you like your toast done?  I have to admit that I do like my bread 'lightly toasted', you know just as a hint of colour but with a toasted crispiness.  Husband, on the other hand, does not believe that bread is toasted unless it is... Continue Reading →

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My Perfect Potato

For some people, the potato is king; it's there on every single plate of food they eat; 'oh it's so versatile, you can do so much with a potato!"  I don't get it.  Admittedly, I'm a pasta girl myself but the potato never really did anything for me.  After all, it's just so many variations... Continue Reading →

FO: The Lunchbox Project

The knitting bug really has me smote at the moment.  My physical health is a little better at the moment and I’m just so enjoying being able to do creative things again.  It’s one of the things that I really miss when I’m ill, not being able to express myself or entertain myself.  Being ill... Continue Reading →

Flapjacks for Al and Sunshine

The other day I made pink porridge.  That probably didn't surprise any of you.  Strange things happen on this blog. Al made a suggestion. I thought 'ooh'. So I made pink flapjacks. (They are not photogenic.  My husband won't touch them.  They're too soft.  (Normally he complains that mine aren't soft enough).  I think they're... Continue Reading →

Five Images of a Perfect Summer

When this week’s Mama Kat’s Writers Workshop prompt asked us to describe our perfect summer, I have to say that I stumbled.  It’s the word ‘perfect’ that I have the biggest problem with; I know that perfection isn’t possible.  If it’s not possible, why even bother to aspire for it?  And Life being what it... Continue Reading →

Release

Release has obviously always been the plan.  I may sound like a bad bird-parent but release would mean having my sitting room back, a clean sitting room where I would be able to sit and knit or work on the computer without dodging poop and being pecked at (and that would also mean that you... Continue Reading →

A Spoonful of Medicine

Well, it seems that a spoonful of medicine makes the world go down a whole lot better. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not a fan of pill popping.  I'm one of those proud, stubborn creatures who would rather endure something than surrender to a drug ((wo)man up as the Americans apparently say and take... Continue Reading →

I Dream

Do I dream?  There are the terrifyingly real nightmares that drag me down into an abyss of muddled darkness where the images and thoughts of my mind labour through an Escher-like treacle, flashbacks and subtle reminders from the subconscious attempting to make sense of the crazy, messed up world that I live in.  I skip... Continue Reading →

Been Poorly

OK, you're going to get a break from the knitting reports but instead you're going to get a whinge from me!  I've just had the sore throat of the century, you know the really wretched kind where you can't swallow because of the brick in your throat but all you can compulsively do is swallow? ... Continue Reading →

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