Happily watching a prog on the box recently when I heard the following comment:

"For our ancestors there was no escape!"

Great! So where the f**k do we all come from?

I have this mad idea that I can use up all the bags and bags of wool I have accumulated over a lifetime of craftiness so I keep making the crochet blankets!



Unfortunately, I think I will have enough wool to blanket the world!! :( . . . and not enough lifetime left to do it all in!! :)

This was made for the elder of my bus 'boyfriends' who has a bit of a thing about food - especially if it is homemade! :)

It's his birthday today so I hope he enjoys/enjoyed it!!

Just trying out my flickr pasting technique courtesy of Da Sproglet.

Thank God for the technically aware as her mother hasn't got a clue! :)

Lost a dear, dear friend today so might not be around for awhile.

Looks in mirror . . . .  (CRACK)!

Oh well, that's seven years bad luck! :(

I've been watching this program for a few series but so far this new lot of episodes is stretching my credulity a bit too far!

It's a shame really because I'm not a great tv watcher these days mainly because most of the scripts on so many programmes leave a lot to be desired.   I stuck with the first four episodes out of loyalty of this particular programme but I'm fast coming to the conclusion that an evening spent watching it is a wasteful exercise. Last nights programme concluded the two-parter with the removal of body parts from living donors being the raison d'etre for the plot.   At no point did I see any attempt to use anything that was remotely sterile even though it had been mentioned that the operations 'had' to take place under sterile conditions!  Tastefully draped sheets of plastic, a plastic  apron and a pair of rubber gloves do not a sterile unit make!  Added to this the main character's look of, almost permanent, outraged virtue coupled with his over the top histrionics leaves you wondering exactly who on earth would want to employ this idiot on their team?!!!

I think I'll give up on this one and go back to the odd documentary instead!

Yesterday, one of the two older gentlemen, who like to squabble over who gets to sit by me on the bus, arrived at our house complete with some DVDs which he wanted me to work on for him.  The fellow is very good at operating a video camera and uses his talents to produce discs of tractor road runs, vintage farm machinery working days and steam fairs.  These are then sold in aid of the local cancer charity and so far he has made a considerable amount of money for the cause.  What he can't do, because he hasn't got a computer, is to capture an image from his video and reproduce it as a sleeve cover for the DVD so that's where yours truly comes in.

Mr Warren and my . . . er . . . pseudo 'boyfriend' sat around the kitchen table chatting away and it was brought to Mr Warren's attention that my friend had been involved in a serious traffic accident which meant that, apart from the fact that he received serious head injuries,  he lost the sight of one eye!

After he had vacated the premises Mr. Warren said: "I didn't know 'X' was blind in one eye!"

"Yes dear.  Sad isn't it?" I replied.

"Yup!" remarked Mr Warren and then there followed a long pause during which time, I presumed, my better half was considering how lucky my 'friend' was to survive such a terrible catastrophe.

"Blind in one eye!" he repeated in a shocked tone.  I nodded sympathetically.

"Well," he vouchsafed, "that would explain why he fancies you!"

There are times, dear friends, when Mr Warren's observations are a tad too informative for my taste! :(

I've been waxing lyrical about the love that cat had for our late, lamented doggy! Sniff!  When we buried the dog it was true she used to sit by his grave and I, foolishly, assumed that it was her affection for Bex that made her do it.

So, I'm watching, through the window, and there she was sitting by the pile of freshly dug earth.  I have a little sniffle to myself at the sight.  What a devoted friend she was to our old boy, thinks I.  Then she gets up, has a stretch, walks to the centre of the plot, digs a little hole and . . . has a s**t!

Well, I won't be falling into the anthropomorphic trap any time again soon, I can tell you!

Normally my fans never get to see my pics but I've now discovered how to do this thanks to louenn  (even though her instructions sounded like double dutch to me) so be prepared to be bombarded with an assortment of FJ's snappy moments!  I can guarantee weird and wonderful along with twee and tat!

Guess you're all excited now, aren't you?  Oi!  I can hear you lot yawning, you know!!!!