Gloves on way to the frozen north, love and hugs included in envelope
Snow day February 2, 2009
Today the great and good of HCC sent us countless emails about weather, traffic and icy roads. They were sensible and let a lot of us work from home, and others go home early. I suspect tomorrow will be worse, we can’t cope with ice and snow in the soft-shandy-drinking south. Hey ho, we’ll see in the morning.
One down… February 2, 2009
one to go. OK, I haven’t done the thumb yet, but you get the idea. There is some hope that Jude will get these before next winter. Actually, I’m about 3/4 of the way up the second one now, so hope springs (or winters in this case) eternal!
Fingerless mitten for Jude
Blue Monday…pah! January 19, 2009
OK, we are still watching old X Files episodes. The following exchange made us both laugh out loud:
(after what appeared to be a spate of killings by a religeous nutter)
Scully: I was bought up to believe God has his reasons
Mulder: Well he may have his reasons, but he seems to have an awful lot of psychopaths doing the footwork for him.
Not saying anything about any religion in particular, just loved the script.
By the way, did you see in the news that a bus driver in our fair city has refused to drive one of the atheist message buses? Well, the last man from our bus company that hit the news wanted to wear a skirt to work, so I guess this is a small step up.
3:15 January 14, 2009
How about this one then, there’s something about the celts I tell you…..dark and dangerous. Sigh.
I give you Mr Dylan Moran
And the best thing is I have tickets to see him on tour, oh yes.
Mmmmm wool for north January 14, 2009
Mitts in the raw, as it were
Is this is a good colour them missus? It’s more tealy in real life, crap lighting.
Pants. Big frilly ones. January 14, 2009
So the mitts are finished. Oh no they aren’t. Look at the difference my naff grip did to them…
non-matching mittens
Frogging time. Rubbish.
Carlton Kirby, you are a god to me… January 13, 2009
He is a presenter on the Dakar. He keeps me sane. Tonights highlights included him saying the pan pipes music they were playing over the film (well they are in Chile now) was Called “My father’s donkey is called Steve” – how random is that?
He does make me laugh…..
Ribbit January 13, 2009
Well, I couldn’t leave the baggy cast off picot thingy at the top. So, here is the result of the un-cast-off and re-cast-off. Much better. See how much of the wool I reclaimed at the end – that’ll be quite a bit tighter then 
In the words of The Pub Landlord “Curse these hands! Don’t look at me!” 
Back to mitt the left….
baggy now not so baggy
