Bizarrely - Simply Knitting
I want back copies of this magazine - it's great. However, as issues 1 - 3 are going on eBay for upwards of 10-15 quid each, it seems I'm going to have to wait awhile to get my hands on them. Unless any of you good folks happen to have them lying around and are willing to pass them over for a while - I'll send them straight back once I've copied the patterns out of them that I want!
Bizarre request, I know. But that kind of typifies the weekend we've had. It's been a good one, on the whole. James got back from work at 6ish on Friday, and we hooked up the van and took off to Skegness for the weekend with the DOC. Did a treasure hunt on Sat, followed by a couple of fabulous green lanes (picked about 2lbs of sloes on one - was very please with myself) and then spent most of Sunday bogging the white truck down in the most wonderful sticky clayey mud on an old WWII airfield. The conning tower was still there, standing stark and ruined, windows long gone, which leant a bizarre backdrop to the day.
Pulled truck out of mud eventually. I just love the sound of an exhuast pipe under water - blub blub blub, had to climb out of the window and stand on the hood to catch the rope, except I couldn't do a great deal with it as there was 2" of mud on the hood and there was no way I was lying on that to try and reach the recovery point, that was over a foot under muddy water! Will have photos to blog shortly.
Ok - slight bloggus interuptus there. 5 hours later, I've come back to the puter and have completely lost my train of thought. Hate it when that happens. James has diappeared to Shropshire to beat the orange truck into submission (hopefully) so I have a peaceful, quiet house all to myself. Guess I'd better finish this post and go tidy something up. House is a dreadful tip, is very depressing and I find myself finding more and more things to do either in the garden, or on the computer, or at someone else's house entirely, just to avoid dealing with the bomb site. Ho hum.
Sometimes I toy with the idea of hiring a cleaning lady, but then the OCD would make me clean everything before she came round. I know people with no kids and part time jobs that have cleaning ladies and ironing services and sometimes I wonder what life would be like if I could live like that. Never mind, I still have that lovely big skip out the front of the house - need to fill it up! :)
Bizarre request, I know. But that kind of typifies the weekend we've had. It's been a good one, on the whole. James got back from work at 6ish on Friday, and we hooked up the van and took off to Skegness for the weekend with the DOC. Did a treasure hunt on Sat, followed by a couple of fabulous green lanes (picked about 2lbs of sloes on one - was very please with myself) and then spent most of Sunday bogging the white truck down in the most wonderful sticky clayey mud on an old WWII airfield. The conning tower was still there, standing stark and ruined, windows long gone, which leant a bizarre backdrop to the day.
Pulled truck out of mud eventually. I just love the sound of an exhuast pipe under water - blub blub blub, had to climb out of the window and stand on the hood to catch the rope, except I couldn't do a great deal with it as there was 2" of mud on the hood and there was no way I was lying on that to try and reach the recovery point, that was over a foot under muddy water! Will have photos to blog shortly.
Ok - slight bloggus interuptus there. 5 hours later, I've come back to the puter and have completely lost my train of thought. Hate it when that happens. James has diappeared to Shropshire to beat the orange truck into submission (hopefully) so I have a peaceful, quiet house all to myself. Guess I'd better finish this post and go tidy something up. House is a dreadful tip, is very depressing and I find myself finding more and more things to do either in the garden, or on the computer, or at someone else's house entirely, just to avoid dealing with the bomb site. Ho hum.
Sometimes I toy with the idea of hiring a cleaning lady, but then the OCD would make me clean everything before she came round. I know people with no kids and part time jobs that have cleaning ladies and ironing services and sometimes I wonder what life would be like if I could live like that. Never mind, I still have that lovely big skip out the front of the house - need to fill it up! :)
posted by Kris | 10:30 pm
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ah, mud plugging... excellent! Can't help re the knitting but hope you find copies somewhere. Have you asked at the library? sometimes they microfiche magasines.
I missed 1 and 2 as well, before I realised how good it is. I've got three though. I'm knitting the bag atm, so don't really want to part with it, but happy to p/c any of the patterns you want. Don't have a scanner, so would need to post them. Let me know. Joyce
Just caught your comment - her blog is hibernating atm, and is passworded as well. Forgot that. She mailed about it onlist, and included contact details, was only a page or so back if you go the web and look back?
Hi Kris - I'm passworded as I got a bit of a scare with something. I'll probably go back on the blog ring once i get over it, but for now, it's having a sleep. If you have my *good* address, you can email me on that (I don't have yours), or otherwise highlandquean2000 at yahoo dot co dot uk will get me, and I'll send you the user name and password.
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