I was raised by the Twisted Seniors, parents so virtuous that they always completed the paperwork-of-duty before permitting themselves to indulge in the biscuits-of-liberty, even when nobody was watching. (EDITED TO ADD: But see their response in the comments thread below. :-) ) Their lawn is tidy and their cutlery is arranged alphabetically*. Correspondence is dealt with in a timely manner. They are really very good at adulting; experts, in fact. To my knowledge, they have never once incurred a Continue Reading
Colour For A Winter’s Day
Well thank you for your lovely comments on the Yarn's first problem page. If I can make you smile/guffaw/spew coffee uncontrollably through your nose all over the cat, then my work here is done. Would you like a tissue? Meanwhile, back to the knitting. I was hoping to ta-da (yes that is a verb - as of right now: one of my friends works in new words at the Oxford English Dictionary, so I have unlimited power of neologisms via her) my Yarnstories hat and mitts today, but I haven't quite finished Continue Reading
Colin-The-Postie Delivers The Goods. Eventually.
People, please: permit me to introduce our postman. Tall, anxious chap, goes by the name of Colin, wears a broad-brimmed hat to keep the rain off, and is so kind-natured that I overlook his tendency to remark, "And another parcel for Twisted?" whenever he arrives at our door. Anyway, the thing about Colin is that he's talkative. Which is fine, normally. But this morning when I answered the door to him (no mean feat: the door in question has swollen so much in the damp that it takes the strength Continue Reading