Monthly Archives: November 2011


Mr M has managed to put his back out – climbing into bed on Sunday night! We still can’t for the life of us work out exactly what happened. He can get out and about around the house at least – albeit he looks rather like a ponderous, bearded turtle.

I’m positively athletic in comparison – though the aches and clicks remain. (I joked to oldchurch choir director that if she needs any jazzy accompaniment to the stuff we’re doing, just use me as a pair of castanets!). Must admit however, that the thought of the annual Christmas card marathon isn’t an enticing one just now. If this goes on I’m afraid it’ll just have to be a quick scrawl, no news and a New Year’s Resolution to finally get round to doing a proper database so that next year we can do address labels.

Arty crafty Pottering

I could get to like this arty crafty pottering thing. I finally began my Christmas shopping today. Yes, really! Armed with my trusty railcard I made my way down the line to the annual Arts and Crafts Fair at The Lightbox museum and gallery in Woking. It’s a gentle way to ease into the preparations without all the noise and hassle of the mainstream shops. This is the second year I’ve done this. An old schoolfriend has a stall there each year, selling cards and jewellery so it’s a brilliant opportunity to catch up with her and to enjoy some of the beautiful craftwork. As you can see from the video in the link, the place has only been open a few years, but from the look of it is fast becoming a place for all sorts of projects in the local community.

Last year I had to hurry back to a choir practice; this year I’d more time to potter round and explore the other centre exhibits as well. As well as a permanent local history exhibit, this time round, there was a display of Chinese ceramics, (I went round this one before I became too load up with shopping. Can you imagine the bill if my bags got caught in some priceless tea set!). Thankfully, none did, and I spent a very enjoyable couple of hours there, managing to buy a few bits and bobs for various people, including cards, (the one in the picture is one made by my friend). I even had time for tea and a sandwich in the cafe – accompanied by the mellow strains of the Bishop Brown School Steel Band.

Wound my way back down through the shopping centre to the station, by way of the British Heart Foundation shop, amongst others, where I was beguiled and tempted and finally fell to the temptations of a hooked rug kit – Nativity Scene – a snip at £3.99. A snip even without the latching tool, luckily we have a spare at home…somewhere. Whether I’ll get it made in time for Christmas itself is open to debate – maybe Christmas 2012 might be a more realistic guess. Especially as I’ve had my writing hand in a support bandage for the last couple of days. I’ve been having problems with achey wrist, arms and fingers lately. The most likely cause is lugging heavy weights around; my heavy case on retreat and overenthusiastic clutter clearing at home. Or could it be the dreaded RSI? Let’s hope not. Either way, I simply couldn’t resist the kit. The finished wall hanging will go beautifully with the patchwork camel I bought last weekend!

Carry on follow that camel

My fears that my last post on my offspring’s facial furnishings has scared everybody off have been confirmed. Nobody else has posted today – so far… So I’ve decided to put matters right with you all by showing you a pic of the latest addition to the Miffy Christmas menagerie I fell in love with the little chap above yesterday evening whilst we were setting up for the church Autumn Fair, so snapped him up as soon as I had the chance. Isn’t he lovely? Granted he’s at least twice the size of most of the other nativity creche figures, but anyone who’s familiar with our policy of come one, come all as far as the holy family are concerned will know that anything goes!

Movember Hairiness

Here’s hoping I’m not banned from the wibsite for featuring this little menagerie: Firstly, Miffy Jnr, sporting his very first moustache, in aid of the Movember mens’ health initiative.

Second up – our two resident hairy horrors: Miffcat in one of her (many) snoozing places – the dog’s kingsize bed; her humble servant and subject, Miffdog squeezed into second class accommodation nearby.

I’ll spare you the sight of HH number three – Mr M’s beard. It wouldn’t be fair.