mousie, jumper and an award

I've been given a blog award by Soggibottom

its instigated by Aunt Pittypat

Thank you very much for this award


It's been a good week


The rules of The Aunt Pitty Pat's award are.

Accept the award and post it on your blog together with the name of the person who has granted the award and his or her blog link. Pass the award to 15 other blogs that you've newly discovered. Remember to contact the bloggers to let them know they have been chosen for this award.

I don't think I can post 15 and these are not ever so new too me but they might be to you:


Widget and friends
The cutest sock bunnies


Dogdaisychains
wonderful wonderful fabric art

Pumpkin Patch
a stitcher

Attic24
The most colourful blog I visit

Tweedy things

lovely things from tweed fabric


There are many more I could link to

if I comment on your blog you know I visit regularly.

Nothing new to report on the allotment I did not go last weekend as I had been during the week. John worked Saturday and did not think he would get there on Sunday because of the rain but after lunch the sun came out and off he dashed.

I saw Mousey sitting in the bird feed tray stuffing his face happy as you like.


I have begun Grace's jumper, its a good job I know something about knitting because the 8 row pattern was wrong. There should be a little ridge where there is a knit row
but the pattern said purl so of course that row continued the stocking stitch. If you knit you'll know what I am talking about if you don't then it wont make much sense



It's turned quite chilly here but nowhere near as bad as last year when it hardly got above zero. We don't celebrate hallow e'en although i did find a few witches flitting about down stairs. An interesting point Sting has released a new album of traditional songs and one Soul bread harks back to the origins of trick or treat. centuries ago people would put out bread for the souls of the dead on All hallows eve. During this time there were many poor people with no food. They would knock on the door of the richer people and ask for the bread saying they would pray for the souls of the dead.

Eventually, just like Mothering Sunday and Christmas capitalism took it over and commercialised it.

I have got a bit more one to one tutoring. I really enjoy it. I am giving up Saturday mornings, there is quite a lot of work to do at home unpaid. So why do I think I have sold my soul for money in the bank? If you really know me you will know why!

Thanks for stopping by. It's nearly blogoversary, there may be a very small gift involved