Tag Archives: snow

Christmas and coldness and frost bites

I have snow (on the blog.  Not in Beachville.  And actually, the snow is only on some formats – possibly just desktops, but you know.  Snow is snow, and I kind of have some, somewhere).  And that must mean it’s … Continue reading

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This week in makingness…

(Sorry, these things are all rather random and the day has been too long to wind them together in a better way, so in the style of ‘showing’ / ‘show and tell’ at primary school…) This week I’ve made: …Cherry Pie. … Continue reading

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An open letter to thermostat person

Dear person in charge of the UK thermostat, Are you having a laugh?  It is the end of April and it might as well be February.  Us British already talk too much about the weather – I’m crocheting a temperature … Continue reading

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One epic commute

OK, so the UK is not known for its ability to deal with any sort of weather that could be classed as ‘out of the ordinary’ (ie, not damp and grey) but let’s ignore that fact and just accept that … Continue reading

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A weirdy old week…

Wow, it’s been a weirdy old week. Snow in Bumpkinsville meant that Sister 1 had to extract me in her 4×4 on Sunday so I could get to the station and to Milton Keynes for a training course.  Of course, the trains … Continue reading

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The intrepid travelling Finger Pog

It seems that Finger Pog is a bit of a traveller.  He’s been spotted in a few places since last week… We have Finger Pog in France: Finger Pog in the big snow in the US (apparently he is a … Continue reading

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Sticky Chairs

I may have just discovered why Jim (‘ll-fix-it) never wrote back to me when, at aged around aged 5, I wrote him a letter asking if he could arrange it for me to sing Super Trouper with Abba.  I wrote … Continue reading

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