tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60343592731004286702024-02-19T02:19:22.803-08:00Mabel and DaisyA blog about things that I love and that inspire meJanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10566121978583125624noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034359273100428670.post-83258058956214862052014-03-01T12:52:00.000-08:002014-03-01T12:52:17.822-08:00Sewing kit purse instructions<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Instructions will be coming very soon! Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10566121978583125624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034359273100428670.post-57174771653077884542012-10-09T02:40:00.001-07:002012-10-09T02:40:36.031-07:00Scrap QuiltSo,Josh had a lovely quilt made by my mum; I had my rather shrunken Amy Butler blanket and we were off camping to Cornwall. Dave clearly needed something apart from me to keep him warm so I thought it was time to try quilting. I was inspired by a scrap quilt I saw in <a href="http://molliemakes.themakingspot.com/" target="_blank">Mollie Makes</a> 11 from <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/s/?ie=UTF8&keywords=passion+for+quilting&tag=googhydr-21&index=aps&hvadid=9682600712&hvpos=1t1&hvexid=&hvnetw=g&hvrand=1888269723974510535&hvpone=&hvptwo=&hvqmt=b&ref=pd_sl_388nd37itj_b" target="_blank">A Passion for Quilting</a> by <a href="http://nickitrench.blogspot.co.uk/" target="_blank">Nicki Trench</a>. Just a few links for you to follow! And this was the result - <br />
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Dave has a bit of a Heinz 57 Varieties heritage (Dutch, American, Scottish) and I tried to include that in the quilt. Backed with fleece it kept him nice and warm in windy Cornwall!</div>
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the Shetland Sheepdogs</td></tr>
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Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10566121978583125624noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034359273100428670.post-54993014810305387472012-09-27T08:12:00.001-07:002012-09-27T08:12:20.552-07:00Spilt MilkWell, what a busy summer! I was finally separated from my gallbladder; I finished knitting my beautiful Amy Butler picnic blanket;washed my beautiful Amy Butler picnic blanket; enjoyed my newly felted Amy Butler picnic blanket (actually I cried...even though there is no point in crying over spilt milk). On a brighter note I finished my scrap quilt for my husband - how I love quilting! I've also had a little success selling at a local fete and have a Christmas craft fair to look forward to. I have also restarted knitting my beautiful Amy Butler picnic blanket.......and the old one makes a remarkably good camping blanket after a day's body boarding in Cornwall! Perhaps the milk wasn't as spilt as I first thought!Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10566121978583125624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034359273100428670.post-77316921917957192572012-03-19T07:40:00.000-07:002012-03-19T07:40:12.028-07:00A few more things I've been making...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5xx6o-OkPKbB4kB0P9ltHK7xL11kKfdpR1c06wUtMQGHkZErKWqPWbeZ06heTd_ehX8Uytl18V4Hwpmr3s1LS_G_BqsKgsDdfGCtTtfwOn_aPv16LZDbjKHWYgm8DyV_GOzMZPZ5d12J1/s1600/19+march+2012+iphone+022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img aea="true" border="0" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5xx6o-OkPKbB4kB0P9ltHK7xL11kKfdpR1c06wUtMQGHkZErKWqPWbeZ06heTd_ehX8Uytl18V4Hwpmr3s1LS_G_BqsKgsDdfGCtTtfwOn_aPv16LZDbjKHWYgm8DyV_GOzMZPZ5d12J1/s200/19+march+2012+iphone+022.JPG" width="200" /></a></div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvU-DF6XP1DFLTW0u08CmKlqgpHc8nct58eH20G4hk0-95LzzSO4SsZDxSixYqIbO8hJQjVWfPD0618-JFr4_QtDxgVqPzeNn-S4HW7XNCFvGv41ane6U_Iaxk-dYRxLMzVPM_d__6VSAm/s1600/19+march+2012+iphone+014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img aea="true" border="0" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvU-DF6XP1DFLTW0u08CmKlqgpHc8nct58eH20G4hk0-95LzzSO4SsZDxSixYqIbO8hJQjVWfPD0618-JFr4_QtDxgVqPzeNn-S4HW7XNCFvGv41ane6U_Iaxk-dYRxLMzVPM_d__6VSAm/s200/19+march+2012+iphone+014.JPG" width="200" /></a><br />
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Little decorative rolls for make up brushes, crochet hooks, scissors, pencils and pens - in fact anything you choose!<br />
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And some crochet corsage brooches in Jubilee or pastel colourways, for decorating bags, hats or your coat lapel.Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10566121978583125624noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034359273100428670.post-78812197244838716442012-02-25T09:12:00.001-08:002012-03-19T07:43:03.401-07:00Stormy weather....I've recently become rather too well acquainted with my gall bladder, so making and baking have ground to a halt a bit. Still, I had a few thing on the go that I wanted to share with you. So, join me, make a cup of tea with skimmed milk, forget about the biscuit because I can't have one, sit back and enjoy!<br />
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I have finally finished my knitted purses. They are stiffened with vilene and have very wacky linings - all designed to hold that "stuff" that rattles around the bottom of your handbag (pen, nailfile, tampons, painkillers<br />
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</div>Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10566121978583125624noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034359273100428670.post-14498714871997569382012-02-13T06:56:00.000-08:002012-02-22T07:13:39.492-08:00Retro cushionsI've been having a bit of a cushion making moment inspired by Ellen Brett. Let me know what you think. The patterned fabric is very evocative of 1950's America and is called <a href="http://www.windhamfabrics.net/cgi-bin/fabricshop/gallery.cgi?Category=481&View=All&v=1" target="_blank">Pleasantdale.</a> I'm working on a slightly wackier fabric as well at the moment by a designer called Alexander Henry. Lots of South American horsewomen and cactuses! Will show you how they turn out and give instructions on how to make the cushions as well<br />
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<div align="center"></div>Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10566121978583125624noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034359273100428670.post-60643849098817841062012-02-04T08:51:00.000-08:002012-02-04T09:29:58.811-08:00A Craft Cafe moment.......<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Spent a wonderful day with my friends at Craft Cafe and made a little cushion under the watchful eye of <a href="http://http//en-gb.facebook.com/pages/handmade-by-ellen/228664355288">Ellen Brett</a>.I felt really happy - there's nothing quite like spending time with your sisters!</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik8QEIkS1qb9qYDZN0sLWkrUNm9o524eFTuRoNSZpKfh0J-yrVwYuX3yETktXQKbvgxCgE4Vb_XRSvZO0MHdmMNHBKmobAT4UApjUUBYAlrHcb0Q7xrpGWER_lOAO8oY2n5uGnX0aOVQ7f/s1600/craft+cafe+cushio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik8QEIkS1qb9qYDZN0sLWkrUNm9o524eFTuRoNSZpKfh0J-yrVwYuX3yETktXQKbvgxCgE4Vb_XRSvZO0MHdmMNHBKmobAT4UApjUUBYAlrHcb0Q7xrpGWER_lOAO8oY2n5uGnX0aOVQ7f/s320/craft+cafe+cushio.jpg" width="239" /></a></div>Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10566121978583125624noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034359273100428670.post-82945160056168607892012-01-31T13:20:00.000-08:002012-01-31T13:20:43.796-08:00Time spent with friends is time well spent...<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt;">I had a really lovely afternoon with Grace of <a href="http://oldpolicehouse.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">oldpolicehouse blogspot </a>fame, and the lovely Mrs Martin. I took along some Bakewell Tart in a tin given to me by Number One Son. I couldn’t resist taking a photo of the tart on a much loved plate bought in an antiques shop in Waltham Chase many years ago. Mary brought cupcakes and Grace made the strongest best coffee and had the Plain Chocolate Digestives ready. These are clearly not of this world as they are far too nice! We chatted and knitted and sewed, but I made far too many mistakes with my little knitted purse as I was completely wired with all that caffeine and sugar...</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig7w49s41PVsVuf2FoUCTM_R5ceF2cUYRP0DDO2Ojoe8GAr-5uNd86CAJ0Pq2ndaNjSoGlzeO0AGIra5ZhLN2wHAciTI02AWxbKRMb8yM7jTWs-E6jraIv5mXcAYuolNMjKOnuNivOnhRt/s1600/blog+pix+30+jan12+011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig7w49s41PVsVuf2FoUCTM_R5ceF2cUYRP0DDO2Ojoe8GAr-5uNd86CAJ0Pq2ndaNjSoGlzeO0AGIra5ZhLN2wHAciTI02AWxbKRMb8yM7jTWs-E6jraIv5mXcAYuolNMjKOnuNivOnhRt/s320/blog+pix+30+jan12+011.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt;">Welcome to my ironing pile - it can always wait!</span>Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10566121978583125624noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034359273100428670.post-72272516195924824332012-01-21T07:34:00.000-08:002012-01-21T07:34:09.115-08:00A little purse, a little pincushion...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqF6vGQSPWtPQmh9-06ZQ3L6oKq1MWOC1qY0Ms0H8_vFyIwWkeDuW0RZcJkwirl2OiIOkhw4_ukQ583RJjGcs7vvGt4MkKIZoL6PknvzmGORjkp4Xzpsg8yCRRDn9lZt-SYQ5dz_YknNNy/s1600/2011_030212121blog0013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqF6vGQSPWtPQmh9-06ZQ3L6oKq1MWOC1qY0Ms0H8_vFyIwWkeDuW0RZcJkwirl2OiIOkhw4_ukQ583RJjGcs7vvGt4MkKIZoL6PknvzmGORjkp4Xzpsg8yCRRDn9lZt-SYQ5dz_YknNNy/s320/2011_030212121blog0013.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>This beautiful little pincushion came attached to a huge kilner jar of pistachios, a Christmas gift from the lovely Mrs Mary Martin. I think it was a Molly Makes design, but as usual, Mary made it impeccably. And the nuts are My Husband's favourites! Today I had a chance to use the pincushion as I came to make up a little purse I had knitted. It was from the Rown Winter Warmers book, but is basically 18 x 28cm of moss st (K1P1) with two rows of knit at the end to make a nice edge to the flap. You add some pretty fabric to line it, slip stitching into place and add a ribbon loop and button. It knitted up quite quickly and I plan to makemight make some more in finer wool (this one is in Rowan Big Wool) and in candy colours.<br />
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Go there! The fabrics amazing and the service is really good too. Loads of kitsch and vintage designs. I bought some wonderful fabric to make into cushions.Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10566121978583125624noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034359273100428670.post-26004857791158392912011-04-04T05:07:00.000-07:002011-04-04T05:07:50.916-07:00AprilThe Easter holidays are almost upon us. I've painted my Easter eggs for the Easter tree. I've bought eggs for friends and family. Mothering Sunday (I prefer the old fashioned wording) is done and dusted and so is My Mother's 86th birthday. The school Spring Concert has been attended and was suprisingly enjoyable. The blossom came off the cherry tree in the garden in a nanosecond yesterday, but the magnolia stellata planted two years ago has flowered gloriously this month. Number One Son has seen fit not to spend his Spring Break (as we must now call it I suppose) with us. Instead he is cycling round the Western Isles, dragging whisky ashore on Barra, buying jackets in Harris and sailing over the sea to Skye on a holiday that sounds like a remake of Brigadoon. April also brings the joys of financial planning. How much will we have to spend in the coming year? Depends on the size of Number Two Son's feet, as always.Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10566121978583125624noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034359273100428670.post-50808204930675328102010-12-15T08:57:00.001-08:002010-12-15T08:57:54.648-08:00Our annual round robin.....<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Happy Christmas to all our friends!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Dave</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">He had a fantastic year as far as business was concerned. The credit crunch has meant a fair amount of belt tightening at home though so there was no holiday, but he has done the usual amount of travelling for work. He continues to work in Northampton but now spends more time in the City which he quite enjoys.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He continues to supervise home groups and has various other roles at church which keep him busy. Dave really enjoyed the company of friends old and new this year and is just about getting used to his eldest son being away at uni. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He has formed a lasting attachment to his cat Archie and is looking forward to watching Scotland beat England in the Six Nations in person next year.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Jane</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Still at 6<sup>th</sup> form college, off on a management training course next year. Doing more craft stuff now that I have time and have finally joined a Book Group. Doing far too much socialising but am very happy and enjoying life. Church is still a big part of what I do – catering, singing etc. Missing Jonny, but it hasn’t been as traumatic as I thought – more of a relief in some ways! Less washing, less cooking,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>smaller food bills, less ironing……..</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Jonny</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Finally packed his bags and left home! Has spent his first term at Aberdeen Uni and has survived. Works as a barista in Starbucks, leads worship in his new church, cooked a Christmas dinner for 21 of his fellow students in halls (they all lived to tell the tale!) and has found time to really enjoy studying History. He also visits Dave’s parents every other week. I wonder if their living in Aberdeen had anything to do with his uni choice!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Joshua</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Is 13. Enough said. He plays trumpet in two orchestras now and endures the rugby team at school. He really likes his friends and his ipod touch. Or whatever screen he can find! Doing well at school and about to make his options choices for GCSE. Absolutely loved the snow and disappeared sledding for two days with friends! Has missed Jonny loads (not) and vies for Archie’s attention with his Dad. Growing fast, size 13 feet in the Gagel tradition and 5’ 10’’ for those of you who like to keep tabs on this kind of thing.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Dorothy, Jane’s mum, is still going strong and spent the summer in California with her sister. She was 85 this year and is as independent as ever</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Dave and I will be celebrating 25 years of marriage next year. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We hope to see some of you when we get round to partying!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">In the meantime, as always, have a very Happy and Peaceful Christmas and let’s hope the New Year isn’t as bad as everyone is predicting!</span></div>Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10566121978583125624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034359273100428670.post-4647228188458523562010-12-10T03:44:00.001-08:002010-12-10T03:47:01.206-08:00A Tale of Three Protests<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The Student</span></b> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Cool placard, sprayed with a Banksy style Dave ‘n’ Nick entitled “liars”. Fun day up in London, day out of college. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Excitement rising, so many of us – stuff the establishment –education is our right – fight fight fight! Barricades down, police lines broken – so this is why the ‘rents go on about the 80’s. Lost my Jack Wills gloves. Lost my girl in the crowd. Kettled for hours. Weird people around – students? Fires. Really cold tho. What the hell is going on? I really want to get out of here. Tube station closed. Walked for miles. Freezing on train. Thank goodness for home…..</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The Royal</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Early evening. A palace somewhere in London. The tinkle of ice cubes in a very stiff G & T can be heard above the hum of the wardrobe mechanism. “I’ll lay out outfit 27 ma’am”. “Fine. Remind me – which one is that?” “The teal green satin ma’am”. “Do you know, I’m quite looking forward to tonight. I know Charles hates all that lowbrow stuff but I quite like Michael MacIntyre and Take That. Not sure about the rapper though, absolutely no idea what they’re going on about”. Peals of rather horsey laughter. Some time later, in the royal car gliding through Picadilly on the way to the theatre. “Not looking forward to this at all – all those b***y celebrity types stealing one’s limelight. They all blame me for Diana y’know”. The rustle of The Racing Post is heard. “Shush, Charles, I’m sorting through the runners for the 3.30 at Chepstow tomorrow.” Lots of crackling on the protection officer’s radio.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Is there a problem Stevens?” “No sir, just sorting out the route through the protesters.” </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Crash. Splat. “Charles!”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The Book Club</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’d quite forgotten how glorious English pubs are. I went to one last night. One minute you’re in the dark and the cold; the door opens and you’re greeted by an enveloping rush of warmth, laughter and the smell of something good cooking. Chewing the cud with the book club for three hours, we decided that we would be out protesting against uni fee increases if we were young. We are part of the hard pressed middle. Not rich enough to pay our children’s way through uni; not poor enough to qualify for loans. Just hard working and aspirational enough to want our children to have the sort of opportunities we got for free. Perhaps we should close some of the poorer performing uni’s and make the ones that are left, free.</span></div>Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10566121978583125624noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034359273100428670.post-62706725319384179782010-11-19T05:51:00.001-08:002010-11-19T05:51:54.020-08:00Tis The Season To Be Sniffy<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">This week found the whole family in bed with a cold. And someone was at fault. Someone was guilty. Someone had to be blamed. We were all suffering too much. The clear and outright winner for most unpopular family member was My Husband. He’d gone on a business trip to The Land of His Fathers (flat, lots of dykes and inhabited by people with a penchant for shmoking odd grasses) and foolishly breathed in and out on the plane.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">When My Husband is ill he does not get Man Flu. He simply carries on as if a trifling little rodent is nibbling at his ankle. Shakes it off and strides out into the world to show all those other cissies sheltering under their duvets what it means to be a real man with a cold. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Until this week when, falling like a giant redwood in a forest in the other Land of His Fathers (two oceans, curious antipathy to tea and run by politicians with a penchant for invading countries they do not own), he crept upstairs whispering “I’m not feeling so good...” </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">My Mother, who was staying, went home. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I took Vitamin C, First Defence and prayed. Younger Son, assured of his own invincibility, continued playing on his Ipod. I stocked up with tissues, proprietary cold and flu remedies and prayed some more.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">By Wednesday we were all in bed. The desire within me to apportion blame was strong, rather like The Force in Star Wars. In an attempt to keep quiet, I read the whole of The Deathly Hallows in one day. I did embroidery. I wondered how greasy any one person’s hair can really get. I went quietly mad with the effort of Being Reasonable.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">My Mother is made of sterner stuff. As My Husband came off the phone after speaking to her, I croaked “How is she?” <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Oh she was just ringing to ask how I was. Made sure she let me know it was my fault she caught the cold, though” he replied grumpily. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Well said Mother.</span></div>Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10566121978583125624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034359273100428670.post-51492881000508597332010-11-15T04:24:00.000-08:002010-11-15T04:24:26.707-08:00Forces of Nature<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It is a truth universally acknowledged that a woman coming out of IKEA will be unable to remember why she has bought twelve spice jars, two packs of different sized napkins, three candles and a set of glasses when all she went in for was a bookcase. And she will have absolutely no idea why her bill is always a multiple of £60 whatever she buys. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I went to IKEA this weekend. With My Mother. My Mother is a force of nature.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She is just back from a months stay with her sister in California, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>that reduced her to tears of boredom. ( My aunt lives in a trailer park). Over lunch she announced that she needed a “proper” holiday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> She hopes to travel</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>the Silk Route from Tashkent, through Uzbekistan and various other ‘stans to the Chinese border. My Mother is 85.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">My Mother is also a great talker and sometimes the best plan of attack with her is to go out on a trip. Which is why I thought IKEA on a busy Saturday afternoon seemed like a good idea.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Interestingly, she needed nothing, but still came out with a pack of napkins, a tray and a bag of mini Dime bars. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The force of nature had met its match…</span></div>Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10566121978583125624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034359273100428670.post-30818135500156934942010-11-12T06:05:00.000-08:002010-11-12T06:05:12.563-08:00Death Where Is Thy Sting<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Firmly ensconced in the bottom of the bumble bee of life, if my morning is anything to go by. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t know what you think about when you wake up, but this morning, as I came to, I was thinking about a curiously disembodied heart. It took a couple of minutes for me to realise that this was Dissection Day and that I had completely failed to provide Younger Son with the requisite organ to take to school. That he’s reminded me only the night before didn’t dissipate the Mummy Guilt<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and I headed down to breakfast in a less than sunny mood. No shimmering Jeeves to cheer me up so I sat down to Weetabix with The Lodger. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We watched breakfast news where we learnt that people now get their funerals photographed and videoed in much the same way as weddings and christenings.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Can’t shout at the TV when The Lodger is around so made mild comments and found that even a 23 year old thought it was a bit off to take snaps of weeping mourners. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Arrived at the most expensive butchers in town (it was open) with Younger Son, to be greeted with <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“ Morning madam – pizza?” This has to rank as the oddest thing a butcher has ever said to me. He had obviously had loads of distressed parents in. “They’re frozen” he continued “is that ok?” I nodded and he vanished, coming back with a very hard heart indeed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Back in the car, Younger Son said that he had to take the heart to the Prep Room where there were ladies who would deal with it. Some poor technician is facing a morning of dealing with 33 hearts (yes this is a state school) in various states of defrostation.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Facing a silence in the car I ventured to Younger Son that he had a very cold heart.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Suprisingly he laughed. We carried on chatting and I mentioned the old story of the woman who killed her husband with a frozen leg of lamb and then served it to the detectives investigating the case. “Have you ever thought of doing that Mum?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>he asked. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Of course not darling……..” </span></div>Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10566121978583125624noreply@blogger.com2