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Questions from my son in the supermarket queue

• Billy .." Why did God make wasps ?"
• Mummy.."So we would appreciate winter" 

• Billy.. " Why is a house called a house, and a horse called a horse, and how do we know that maybe somebody in the olden days got it wrong and a house is supposed to be called a horse and a horse is supposed to be called a house ?
• Mummy.." Because it doesn't sound so funny to say " You look like house's ass"

• Billy.. " Hmmm, Why is blue called blue ?"
• Mummy.. "Because it's not called pink"

• Billy (in an incredibly loud voice).. "Why does that lady ( the cashier) have a moustache ?"
• Mummy... ... Stunned silence.
• Cashier... ...  Stoney silence.

• Billy.." Why don't daddies have the babies ? -  daddies would be good at having babies".
• Mummy.. " GUFFAW !  - because if they did the human race wouldn't exist anymore, and you wouldn't be around to ask all these questions" .

Notice

This is the sign that will be taped to my front door tonight, because I'm not paticularly into Halloween.

And you thought I was a nice person - HA !

I don't particularly find it amusing to have groups of youths knocking on my door demanding goodies, so I will reduce them to dust if they do.

We will however, be dressing the kids up as the Grim Reaper and knocking on (recently very poorly) Nanny's door to scare the living daylights out of her. Because that, I will find funny

Hopefully, she'll get the joke too.

We'll also be dimming the lights and playing our favourite on-line Halloween game (the one with the Witch).

I hope you have a great night everyone.

( I wonder what the Halloween equivalent of Bah Humbug is ? )

Britney and Paris

A little bit of Mummy/Molly crafting. Inspired by Julie Arkell's Inkle

and Cissy and Ada.

THANK YOU !

Thank you so much for the well wishes you've sent to my Mum. She's recovering well, and getting more and more vulgar by the day. I'd share some of the things she's coming out with, but I have to draw a line somewhere, for fear of putting off my more sensitive readers and attracting unsavoury types who put rude words into google search.

Knitting is a life saver at the moment, I take it with me while I sit with her and listen to her stories of how Uncle John isn't talking to Uncle Harry, and how Auntie Rosina talks to Uncle Harry but hasn't spoken to Uncle John for years because of something that happened at Susan's wedding, but I would have to ask Susan about that - because she's not saying .

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I've been sitting in the sunshine knitting this

a liitle shrug for my sister, I'm only good at knitting little things because I get bored so very quickly. The only knitty things I've ever completed are scarves, hats, and willy wrist warmers.

Oh, and some things for Molly,

I managed to finish this little cardi and hat when she was about a year old, luckily she was a itty bitty baby because it was supposed to fit a 6 month baby (it took me 6 months to knit).

and also these two, which I think are supposed to fit a three year old, but she still wears them as cropped cardies, I don't think I'd have the patience to knit things like this anymore, it's funny how our crafting preferences change don't you think ?

I'm pretty sure they are all Debbie Bliss patterns ( I'll check if anybody wants to know), and they are knitted in Rowan Hand Knitted Dk Cotton (as was the granny square blanket) and Rowan Cotton glace.

I love these yarns, they are really soft and snuggly and great for people who like me,get all itchy with wool.

I think this post is probably a bit boring and the photos are crap, so sorry about that. I'm hoping that from the end of this week normal crafting activity will be resumed ( please dear God ) - I'll see you on friday you lovely people you.

xxx

Inappropriate behaviour

Just a quick note to say that I'm going to be off the crafting radar for a little while, as my 84 year old Ma has been ill and needs a bit of tender loving care.

We knew she wasn't well because she's the same as the kids - only quiet when she's ill.

She greatly embarrassed us yesterday, when she reluctantly agreed with the doctor to have a nurse come in and help, only on the condition that -

a) it was a male nurse

b) he had a nine inch * dooh - dah *

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I can't tell you how mortified we were. She then went on to say that she wanted me to make " one of those things you're knitting " to keep it warm for him ...

I shall never be able to look at a wristwarmer in the same light again.

Back soon.

xx