Evenin’. We all here? Good, good. Do have a seat… NO, NOT THAT ONE! Sorry, didn’t mean to shout, but that’s the chair the twinnage have booby-trapped. What’s that you say? Oh, um, trust me, you don’t want to know, but... you’re not scared of worms, I hope? Help yourself to some wine. You’ve brought yarn? Ha, silly question: of course you’ve brought yarn. Speaking of yarn, would you like to see round an old woollen mill? It’s just that a few of us knit/crochet bloggers* were invited to 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