Tuesday, 31 January 2023

Signs Of Spring

From Facebook archives
1 February 2015 at 15:43 
Just back from the Metro Centre with Ferretfingers where we visited The Works and, amongst other stuff, bought the first seeds of 2015 at 4 packs for £1.
Tomatoes Alicante, Lettuce Little Gem, Sunflowers and Morning Glory.
Bit early for planting though.
To misquote Game of Thrones "Spring is coming"

Monday, 30 January 2023

Alphabetical Eating

 From Facebook archives
31 January 2019 at 12.15
 In Sainsbury's doing the big shop Thunderthighs keeps trotting off and bringing stuff back: 
Cadbury's Animals biscuits, almond milk.
 I notice he has a piece of paper in his hand and enquire ... 
"Oh I saw a bloke on You Tube just eating things that begin with A for a week, so I thought I'd give it a go." 
“Cadbury's begins with C.” 
"Yes but Animals begins with A" 
Sadly I wasn't quick enough to mention apples, and I'm not sure whether they stock artichokes or asparagus.
Kentishlady  Aubergine?
Woolerwoman  Logical.  I've recently heard about people running marathons alphabetically too!
Bentonbag There was a woman on iPM who's doing it 
We did ask if next week it would be things beginning with B and so on, but he declined to answer.

Cheers?

From Facebook archives
30 January 2016 at 18:16 
On the landing I encounter Thunderthighs lumbering up the stairs.  He pauses for a breather - 
"Fooo I'm stuffed"
I enquired what he'd had for tea; we'd done our usual chippy run.
"Well I ate my tea, Ferretfingers didn't finish his so I did, except for the bit of fish I gave the cat, and I've had a biscuit."
"That's just gluttony Thunderthighs" then, mostly to myself as I descended the stairs "Thank goodness you've not found beer."
"And I never will" with a prim look on his face, then a sideways glance 
"unless you or Dad offer me some."

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Whenever his father or I have offered him beer, or any other alcoholic beverage, he’s refused with a very proper “lips that touch liquor will never touch mine” expression on his face.

Sunday, 29 January 2023

Ladies of Letters

As well as comments on Facebook, Mrs Quilt and I regularly exchange emails.

Regular readers may be amused by these excerpts from communications earlier this week...

Mrs Quilt to Bentonbag

Our walk this morning was perfectly timed.  The sun shone on the rocks and causeway, about a dozen young seals were basking to allow their coats to renew and the wind was still.  We walked back along the beach, the sun went in, temperature dropped and the sky looked threatening.
I think that I knitted a "Tyne Bridge you" as a wedding present.  Initially I thought I'd knitted a Cullercoats Fish wife.  I've been invited to a 70th birthday party and am a loss for a gift.  The ideal would be the Cullercoats fishwife but I haven't thought how to tackle the horizontal tucks in the skirt. I might resort to pearl stitch ridges! I've got navy 4ply but will be searching for black and white if I can find the pattern to do fairisle checks for the shawl. 
Tiny fish might be a bit of a problem too, I've got gold "Lyscordet" but no silver. Perhaps I'm going off the idea and will buy a bottle of white instead!

Bentonbag to Mrs Quilt
Yes you made a Tyne Bridge me and a complimentary thin Fester as wedding presents, together with miniature copies of the Guardian*. They are reading theirs in the lounge, Madam LeBruin the cook is reading her's in the kitchen and there's one on the bed for doing the crossword puzzle later.  You many notice on the bed the tiny cardigan Granma knitted for one of my little dollies, I don't think she used a pattern.
I believe I made a Sandgate doll for one of Mrs Leftfoot's babies.   
I think I did an extra row of plain in the stocking stitch for the horizontal pleats.
I've been out doing some therapeutic pruning this morning.  I couldn't see the birdfeeders from my rocking chair because of next door's holly.   
I've taken it back to the fence on my side up to about 7ft, which gives me a clear view.  Then I had a go at the brambles, Loch Ness thornless blackberry and cotoneaster by the garage.  For once all the berries were gone so I didn't feel guilty depriving the birds.  Then the brambles in the front garden.  Next I cut back the oak, yew and lavender impinging on the front path, and gave the yew and lavender a bit of a trim.
Felt a lot better after that as it was a bad start to the day.
Painful constipation relief for Thunderthighs.
Ferretfingers didn't want to go out without a £10 note despite having more than that in coins in his purse.
Fester was being deaf and useless.
"Oh you've had a bad morning" he commented on his way out to the Mining Institute Library leaving the washing up behind him...
It's a great life if you don't weaken.

 Mrs Quilt to Bentonbag
How tall is her Maj that you knitted for LDNE? Annoyingly I can't find the Broadstairs Morris Dancer pattern which is bigger and not so fiddly.   
I knitted a trio of Tyne Bridge - including you with long brown hair and a red bow in it.  I knitted a lock of Kingsmen.  I took the 1st one to a Practice and a variety of them claimed it was himself.   
I personalised the other 4 giving Andy a drooped round his ankle sock, the tall Catalan Lad and I forget the others.

Bentonbag to Mrs Quilt

About six or seven inches.
As far as I can remember she wasn't too fiddly.

 
 
 
 
*The Guardians were actually made by Mr Quilt after I said “Oh these are lovely" then jokingly 
"Pity they haven’t got The Guardian Crossword to do together.”
It was a very fiddly operation to get the paper to scale and readable, causing Mrs Quilt to comment “You can go off people you know…”

Saturday, 28 January 2023

Hand-me-down

From Facebook archives 
28 January 2019 at 11:35 
Last night I sorted through our winter-hats-&-gloves bag looking for a pair for Ferretfingers.
I came across one of the knitted hats Mum made for the boys when they were toddlers.
The bigger one for Ferretfingers has gone missing but Thunderthighs' is still there.
I suggested to him that we might wash it and pass it on to the great-niece (his cousin-once-removed).
His eyes lit up, he said "Oh that would be lovely" and immediately tossed it in the washing machine. 
Sometimes I have a lovely son. 
Mrs Poet  A beautiful line ‘Sometimes I have...’ 
Mrs E R  Your parents were lovely people.xx 
Mrs Leftfoot  Always.