This is a natter about knitting; a bitchin’ about stitchin’. Yes, during woefully inadequate research for this knitterly post I discovered that here in the UK we have sedate groups of women (knitting is predominantly a female passion) who like to Knit and Knatter, whilst … Continue reading On Knitting
Author: graysusan
Housewife and Mother. Writer of Charlie's Mum's Blog (or the blog that no one reads)
A Short Ghostly Tale for All Hallows’ Eve
Betsy The old woman sat dozing in her chair by the window. She lived in room 42. A nursing assistant, young and dark haired, knocked on the door of number 42. She received no answer and so pushed gently on the handle and walked … Continue reading A Short Ghostly Tale for All Hallows’ Eve
Growing Old Grey-cefully
About 6 years ago I stopped getting my hair dyed. I’d begun to worry excessively about the fact that every 5 weeks I actually paid someone to plaster a noxious chemical gunge all over my head (a significant amount of it always ended up inside … Continue reading Growing Old Grey-cefully
How a spot of knitting saved me from Daniel Radcliffe
Generally, I don’t like to go in for criticism (unless it’s the oodles of literary criticism I used to churn out for an English degree or my attempts at film critiques on here.) Neither do I like to join the internet chorus of hate, aimed … Continue reading How a spot of knitting saved me from Daniel Radcliffe
Hey Lay-Dees! (and Gents) Jerry Lewis is 90!
I like to catch up with Jerry Lewis via the internet. ‘What’s ole Jerry up to these days?’ I’ll ask Google, when I’ve nothing better to do, half expecting to learn that he died; after all, the last time I checked in was a couple … Continue reading Hey Lay-Dees! (and Gents) Jerry Lewis is 90!
We all went to the Zoo
I went to London Zoo a couple of days ago. My local zoo is about 30 minutes from where I live and we used to take the sons on a regular basis – that zoo put on a really good, atmospheric Christmas event where you … Continue reading We all went to the Zoo
A Childhood Memory
Son No.3 started his first ever job four days ago and is hating every second of his new 9-5 routine; mostly because he’s been used to three years’ worth of lengthy lie-ins. But then walking straight into a scarily unfamiliar workplace and its scarily unfamiliar … Continue reading A Childhood Memory
My 9/11
I didn’t realise it was the 15th anniversary of the death of the Twin Towers until last night when, flicking through the TV channels, I saw something called ‘The Falling Man’ flash by on Sky’s TV guide. It was just the kind of vague title … Continue reading My 9/11
Gene Wilder
Gene Wilder died and suddenly I’m 14 again, sitting in the middle row at the movies, watching Blazing Saddles and one solitary wild west trails wagon, trying to form a circle all by itself. This is funny because the wagon is going round and round at … Continue reading Gene Wilder
Take Me To Church (and Audacity 3)
I’ve suddenly acquired a new friend. This is not an habitual occurrence with me. For one thing I rarely go out of the house; if you don’t count food expeditions to Sainsbury, the occasional walk to the corner shops or a daily walk to the … Continue reading Take Me To Church (and Audacity 3)
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