Tuesday, 29 April 2008

T'was a good day.

Mum and I synchronized our watches and successfully met up on the same bus departing from Kenilworth, then the next bus on our journey was ready and waiting for us to alight as we pulled into the top of The Parade. It took us just over half an hour to get from home to the hospital. I almost jinxed it, by saying to Mum, just as we were turning onto The Parade, that the bus we next require, which is a bus I used to use for work was often ready and waiting, but it probably won't be, because I've just jinxed it, but it was.. "Yippee", I yelled, "the 68 is here" as I ran for it, Mum came trotting up closely behind. Then, I nearly forgot to get off at the correct stop, but it was all good, I managed to redeem myself and quickly pressed the stop button, whilst at the same time launching myself into the aisle.

Dad was good, he's a bit down of course having just learnt that he may well be there for some weeks, but we grabbed a wheelchair and whisked him down to the coffee shop run by 'League of Friends' who were doing an excellent job, Sis met up with us and we bought tea for four for one pound sixty something. Which was incredibly cheap and it was a very nice brew, I nearly asked what tea bags they were using as it was so satisfying.

The good thing about being laid up in a local hospital is the people that you meet, earlier in the day Dad had spied a very lovely person who I haven't seen for getting on for thirty years. She though had spotted Dad's notes and had thought to herself there can only be one person in Kenilworth with that surname and had come along to him to take a peek and she was proved right. It was a brother of mines first love, we (as in all of us) were so giddy to see each other again after all this time. Whilst she was administering tablets and an injection to my Dad we quickly caught up. The reunion was lovely, I've promised (she made me!) to take in piccies of my boys etc. (to be honest the latest piccies are just on the computer, which is what I most dislike about the digital age, but I'll find something). It really was so nice to see her after all this time. She even made comment to my Mum about how much she missed our lovely Sunday teas, especially the coleslaw (which actually my Dad used to make!) there were always home cooked doughnuts, fairy cakes, butterfly cakes, fruit cake and trifle, Mum said later, how she had forgotten about her Sunday teas, (when we were all living at home, she was feeding seven on a daily basis, ten on a Sunday) it bought back very nice memories for her.

And then, I got dropped off at my very favourite place, my Tuesday night knitting group, to spend a couple of hours or three with the girls. I've really missed them you know.

During the evening Carie helped me when I had crossed the wrong way in a cable stitch, I did my up most to try and understand exactly what was going on as she rescued my knitting, I might need to practice that.

Mary chose some lovely sock wool, I'm so glad she chose something she is happy with, there is nothing more wonderous than knitting with something you Love.

The time that I appreciated the most, is that when I waffled and wittered, sometimes on and off course, about things that have affected me most in the last few weeks, they nodded, offered me chocolate and understood where I was at.

But the thing that came out of the knitting group this evening and you know it makes sense, I really think we need to make .... Santa hats knitted for our Christmas party!

Monday, 28 April 2008

Good news on Dad

Just a quick post, as some of the Kenilworth gang have taken to reading my blog.

Dad has been moved to the local rehab hospital tonight which is very good news. It means he's no longer on a medical ward with all that that entails and they will be able to concentrate on just getting him back on his feet. He's transfering from bed to chair well and is able to stand and do the shuffle with the aid of a walky thing up and down the ward. So its just a question of his strength returning as he uses his legs.

I've sorted out the bus timetables for my Mum and we will be going on new buses and new adventures. (she'll be a whiz at this bus malarky by the end of this)

The only good thing about the main drag closing in Kenilworth for the next 24 weeks is it routes the x17 (bus to Leamington) nearly right to our front doors, we don't have to walk to St. Johns Church. Which makes me incredibly lazy, but will make mine and my Mums next section of our life much easier, especially with all this rain coming in.

Hopefully, I will be able to see the girls at my knitting group next week, I have really missed going to my knitting group and seeing the girls, they are all such good eggs, with many a chuckle during the evening. Depending on how shattered I feel I might even sneak in for an hour tomorrow, but I'm just going to suck it and see. I haven't forgotten you Mary, you choose what your heart most desires, (I'm sure the girls will have lots of ideas!) you know I owe you some sock wool.

And on that note, I shall depart.

(mandy departs in a cheery mood with a glass of red and a good nights sleep to look forward to)

Sunday, 27 April 2008

Tomatoes and Marigolds

We are in the very enviable position of having completely weeded our plot. (my ironing pile has reached epic proportions but you can't have everything) This gives hubby and I a very warm glow and we are just hoeing, sowing seeds, watering seeds and allowing our imaginations to run wild as we envisage our bumper crops. Its always a lovely time of year Before the weather or pests conspire against you and all your work.

This weekend I potted on our tomatoes, seven varieties this year to try.

These are dwarf french marigolds. I grew a few last year to keep away the white fly in the greenhouse, they did an excellent job as they emit pyrethrum a natural insecticide. We didn't have any white fly in our greenhouse at all. So, I thought, as I watched the white fly descend in huge clouds onto our brassicas, I wonder if that would work outside. I intend to grow them on in pots, so that they are movable. I feel this might be important around the brassicas as the marigolds can attract slugs! And if they do, then I will have to make a decision as to what to do before the slugs munch through my cabbages. Perhaps beer baits around the marigolds might be the answer.

Thursday, 24 April 2008


Its not easy you know, searching for a wig. Its such a huge commitment, not like a pair of shoes that once bought, if not exactly right for reasons of style, comfort or blisters you can say "Oops" carefully place them at the back of the wardrobe, allow them to collect a little dust whilst still considering what may be done and then most probably casually donate them to a charity once hubby's back is turned.

A wig may not be for life, but it could be for three years (human hair), which would seem a lifetime if it was something you were not happy with.

Hubby has been tootling me up and down the motorway of late to see a wig maker. I have a NHS prescription for two human hair wigs, which will still cost me £235.00 each. I thought we were near the end of my adventure and two weeks ago I sat and had my huge head wrapped with cling film and then covered in sticky back plastic, other wise known as Sellotape. Because I have such a huge bonce, nothing fits, so I need a mold of my gorgeous head to then send off to whoever would make the actual wig. This was to be sent to Thailand. Me, being me, did enquire as to whether they knew the standards of the particular factory they were dealing with and I was reassured that the staff were well looked after and well paid. Obviously I had my doubts, but then, I'm not perfect and tshirts from a certain supermarket that does extremely cheap clothing have been known to fall into my shopping trolley.

We discussed style, colour, (I took my own hair for a colour match) length and density, cut comes later, at great length. I did get the impression as did hubby that basically once ordered one would have to accept whatever came back. Which did make me slightly nervous and at that point, I simply said, "Whilst I am willing to accept a wide margin of flexibility of whatever comes back, if it is wrong and it simply looks horrendous, I will not accept it" I thought that was reasonable to state. We carried on talking at great length, I had taken a photo of me in so she could see me and my gorgeous locks having taken into account that she had said on a previous visit not to have something too curly as it would be difficult to manage. So I had taken a casually, more wavy than curly piccie of me in for her to study. Don't get me wrong, she was lovely and was being very helpful although she did say she would need to discuss it with her curl advisor.

Then, she showed me a human hair wig that had just come in that she had not actually studied, it had just been washed and allowed to dry naturally. With all due respect and she agreed it would need to go back again, the hair line at the front had one small bare patch and on closer inspection I quickly found another bare patch at the front of the head. Oh dear I was thinking.

But you know, you get to a point where you still press ahead. And I was at that point, although I am nowhere near as upset as I was when I first lost my hair, I still found this quite exhausting.

So, I tell my parents my news that a wig should be on its way to me in eight weeks, they bless them, have donated the cost of one wig to me. This is a fair sum for pensioners and I am deeply touched.

Two weeks on, I receive a letter today, which is wonderfully written and to be honest quite brave, it simply states that they don't think they will be able to provide me with what I require and offer an alternative wig supplier who actually make wigs in this country. Lets hope Warwick Hospital will allow them to service my NHS prescription. Although I know nothing of this company and so am at a loss at to what to do.

And I'm a couple of months further down the line, my present wig is far from looking its best (synthetic wigs are only judged to last about six months or so) and its well over that now. I did buy some cheap party wigs, (not pink and fluffy!) that could keep me going to toddle around the supermarket in or walk the dogs, but they really are scratching the bottom of the barrel.

If anyone does catch this blog post, (well you never know) can you recommend a Wig maker in a fifty mile radius of Warwickshire that could make me a gorgeous, long, wavy, nice and thick human hair wig. Although it may have to be nearer to allow my NHS prescription to be accepted, I don't exactly know the 'rules' on prescriptions.

I live in hope, thats all I have.

Wednesday, 23 April 2008

Veg and socks

Hubby worked very hard yesterday, he took a digging day off work and went to work on putting my lovely cabbages, brussel sprouts, purple srouting and cauliflowers in. I think I may have overdone the sowing of seeds a little. But as we are trying lots of different varieties it may well be worth it.

I put in the lettuces, there are quite a few, but when the peas come good, braised lettuce with peas is a lovely dish.

Including the infamous speedy seeds! which look like they have lots of lovely different types in. No bagged lettuces for us this summer!

The strawberry bed has been cleared and replanted, although not in a very uniform way, it was just a question of filling in the gaps with a few shop bought plants, so you will have to excuse my lack of straight lines.

An anomaly, if you look closely at this picture you will see a row of four blackcurrant bushes. One of which is in full flourish, the rest are some way behind. Why this has happened we have no idea. They are all the same variety, bought at the same time, planted in the same way, pruned last year at the same time. Odd isn't it?

And lastly but by no means least a pair of socks for my Dad. Although he is very much on the mend his feet have swelled up and apart from one pair of socks that I knitted him for Christmas, (which he has yet to try, so may not fit) none of his socks fit him.To be sockless is a dreadful thing and there was only one remedy. A ball of wool and some knitting needles were hastily put to good use. I cannot find the ball band but it is a Double knit, probably Regia, using 3.25 mm needles and casting on 64 stitches made to a generous size UK 11 feet. I cast on using the two needles together method which gave a very nice and stretchy top. I took them in last night and although huge they fitted him lovely. I suspect he's wowing the nurses with them as we speak. I need to get going on a second pair, I thought cotton and a lighter weight as it is getting warmer. So my knitting friends, do you think that if I cast on 100 stitches in a 4ply cotton on 2.5 needles they would be big enough?

To add I've just found some extra roomy cotton socks on the net which I have just ordered for him, hopefully these will be big enough.

Monday, 21 April 2008

The cat and the lump.

My son has just come into the study with a not very happy pussy cat, she hates to be picked up, she's twelve so she's not going to change.

"Mum" he says, "Willow has got a lump"

I gasp.

"Where" I say.

He tries to turn her over, "its on her belly", all sorts of medical problems whooosh through my head. She does her up most to escape, I exclaim to my son not to let her escape which he does from his firm grip and then he quickly closes the study door, fortunately he doesn't trap a cats head in it, (but really it was a very close call).

He then brings her to his lap and turns her over for my inspection. Again I say "where" and he says "here"

And how do you say this to a teenage lad..

Although I managed to find the words in my heightened anxiety,, "Son, its just a nipple"

"Oh is it?" in slightly embarrassed tones..

"Yep, it is"


"I really think you should go and feed her after all of this",

Which he then did. Bless him..

Dad is on the mend.

I just wanted to share that my Dad is on the mend. His confusion has almost stopped, he's alert, compos mentis and happy that he has spoken to his specialist regarding his knee operation.

He has lost a stack of weight, he still has a long way to go regarding stability, being able to walk and it would really help if he was able to eat the hospital food (he just doesn't like it), he had a full body CAT scan today, but (at the moment, fingers crossed) its good, all good.

Saturday, 19 April 2008

An experiment!

They say every cloud has a silver lining. Much as my grumbles about the new recycling edict are, there is a certain joy as our galvanized dustbins have became obsolete. Spuds were my first thought. Common knowledge (in the growing spuds in containers field) dictates that Earlies (new potatoes to me and you) should be your first choice. However we grew Home Guard last year and whilst they were wonderful, pearly white and everything you would want out of a new potato, we craved for a good old fashioned proper spud.

These are King Edwards, I wondered whether to plant up with three or four or five, obviously I settled on five. Hubby drilled holes in the bottom of the bins for drainage and we cracked open a compost heap for the soil.

Keep 'em peeled for an update in September.

I love my shed, its almost the perfect hide. I just need some mesh that could be hung across the doorway when the door is open and it would be perfect. We are very lucky that our plot is next to an old and established hedgerow. I'm never quick enough on my camera but today, I caught a Chaffinch.

Thursday, 17 April 2008

A host of Golden

Tennis balls.. such is the wit of this allotment holder. I don't quite dance with the tennis balls but I certainly dance when I gather my crops and I often wander lonely as a cloud, wondering when the 'eck I'm going to get some help up 'ere.

Peas... yum, yum, yum, yum, yum, I love peas, I do, what can I say, I just love peas.

This took me hours today, erecting canes, unraveling netting (not really a one person job), finding tennis balls, tent pegs to pin the netting to the ground. It does take quite a while.. then an hour of solid graft just putting the peas in. It is so going to be worth it.

There are two varieties here, Hurst Green Shaft and Klevedon Wonder.

And this is a few hours work earlier in the week, four rows of parsnips (three varieties) one of beetroot (two varieties) and three carrots (three varieties). I would tell your their names, but my info is up the plot.

They say, (the met office) we may get a little rain over the weekend, I'd quite like that as it will water in my seeds and get them off to a good start. Last year they were as dry as a bone.

Monday, 14 April 2008

Guilty as charged me lud!


Although there are extenuating circumstances. (said tongue in cheek)

Firstly, the rhubarb is situated on common ground, it nestles half way around the communal water trough.

Secondly, I have studied and dribbled over this rhubarb from afar and to the best of my knowledge and I was watching very carefully, last year no one picked any. The rhubarb became a huge and glorious plant with a huge crown.

Thirdly, when I mentioned that no one seemed to be picking said rhubarb to the Secretary of our Allotment Society last year, (sadly I never said anything until after June, my Nan said never to pick rhubarb after June, although I can't actually remember why) he told me if no one else is picking it, help yourself.

So this year I have..

Maybe I could say it was a crime of passion, (oops wrong country) a passion for gorgeous, fresh, squeeky clean fruit and veg.

Rest assured, I never pick anything that is not actually mine, well, apart from,, the blackberries that are in the hedge that surround the plots and no one picks them either!

Today on the plot I have sown another six trays of peas, three different types, one a petit pois, so that should be very interesting. Three different types of cauliflower, five different types of lettuce, (including the infamous speedy seeds!) raked over and started to prepare soil and sorted out seeds for planting carrots, parsnips, and beetroot. Wind stopped play on actually planting any seed outdoors. I've played that game before and ended up with carrots strategically placed on my allotment. And then, weeded out my onion bed, several stops were required for tea.

There is so much to do at this time of year, it kept me awake last night just thinking about it all. Dad has been relegated to the evening slot this week, just so that I can catch up.

Pea and Ham Soup.

Just a quickie write up, which Mary might enjoy.

This makes industrial quantities and is a rough and ready recipe, feel free to half, add, subtract etc.

Makes a preserving pan full of soup.

2 ham hocks, (sold at Morrisons for £1.50 each!)
2 bags of dried peas
1 celery heart
10 very large winter carrots
2 lb of trimmed leeks
1 cauliflower (sat looking lonely in bottom of fridge, optional)

Soak peas overnight in plenty of water and a large pan.

Fill preserving pan 1/2 full of water, place hocks in, bring to boil, skim any scum, add peas, diced celery, diced carrots, sliced leeks and diced cauliflower. Again skim any scum that rises.

Simmer on a very low heat for several hours. Stir from the bottom of the pan occasionally to prevent anything sticking.

remove hocks when meat is very soft and falling away from the bone, allow to cool a little, (otherwise you'll burn your fingers) remove skin and surplus fat and shred meat. (I use two forks to shred meat)

Whiz vegetable part of soup with a hand blender until you have your desired consistency, I prefer mine with a little texture, Add meat back to pan, test for seasoning, you may or may not need a little more salt, add black pepper to taste.

Sunday, 13 April 2008

Hail stopped play

Hubby was up at the crack of dawn today, to tackle the plot. He eased a bleary eyed son out of his pit to help him. By the time I had caught up with them after I had prepped Sunday lunch and prepared a pea and ham soup they had made very good progress.

I arrived at the plot, it was a blue and wonderfully warm day, I basked in the sunshine streaming through the door and window of my shed, (whilst pricking out leeks) well I did for an hour.. then.. well, the weather turned to hail, thunder and lightening..

Leeks I had just pricked out are caught in the onslaught.

In the midst of the storm, photo taken from the sanctuary of my shed.

Cabbages and leeks


More leeks (I'm trying three different varieties)

Our plot after hail stopped play and a little more work. Half of it ready for planting.

Then homeward bound with a bag of homegrown leeks the last of the season, for a bowl of pea and ham soup and a joint of pork soon to be sizzling in the oven.

Friday, 11 April 2008

The patter of tiny feet,

and not in a good way.

Yesterday evening several members of my immediate family were sitting in the hospital restaurant drinking coffee, they then went to visit my Dad, (only so many on a ward) and hubby and I were left and then, out of hubbys corner of his eye he notices a rat, pattering around in the ceiling light conduit. Okay..(we saw the rat, several times) the rat scampers across, picks something up and runs off with it. We see him scamper several times. A rather lively and alert rat it has to be said.

A long debate follows as to what he has picked up, hubby informs a member of staff, I inform the appropriate authorities in the morning as well as the hospital. The hospital authorities try to convince me it might be a mouse, well, I think I might know the difference, I don't tell him all of this.. (a) I've been catching mice at the moment at the allotment so am completely aware of their girth and width and (b) I know exactly what a rat looks like.

We also notice on one of the plastic light covers what looks like either bait or dead blue bottle flies/or dead bumble bees, to conclude several there were about 10 of said items on the plastic cover, our vision is obscured, but this is what the rat is very interested in.

So, we arrive at the hospital a little early, Mum is thirsty, basically she's run off her feet and wishes to go for a coffee, my warnings of Weil's disease are ignored and we enter the restaurant. We sit in the same place.

I look up and there is only one of the dark spots left, where as yesterday there was ten or so.. So, I think its something dead or bait and believe that the rat has eaten it/them.

And then.. it moves.. very slowly but it moves, OMG this huge beetle which it very much looks like by this time, is moving and Mum who understands these things says, "its a cockroach".. Eeeeewwwww.

We then discuss because, I am my fathers child, (his first employment as a farmers boy) how a rat would rather enjoy a cockroach, a nice juicy meal, etc, etc.

To other news,

and I know I wouldn't say this, (what is a girl like!)

Compared to Wednesday, he has improved, he's not out of the woods yet, not by a long chalk. Along with the doctors other worries (lack of movement in lower limbs, MRI scans clear) he has a bacterial chest infection along the lines of Legionairess disease, it isn't that, but has the same line. His age goes against him.. He was much improved yesterday, but has slightly gone down again today, his right ankle and foot swelled up and became inflamed whilst we were there this evening, I really don't know what that means, but we did point it out.

He was very disorientated on Wednesday, came good on Thursday and is a little off course tonight.

Monday, 7 April 2008

I've come to a decision.

I've come to a decision that it really isn't fair to inflict upon my lovely knitting friends and my other blog readers, what is fast becoming my woe is me blog about Dad.

I'm never sure whether to put into my blog critical news, especially about family members, hubby thinks its poor taste, which I can see his point.

And as this looks like it is going to become a long drawn out affair, I think I should draw it to a close.

thank you all for your support.


Who does this remind you off?

I'll just repost this before I toddle off to my bed.

As soon as I put my warm hood type thing on, that I've just finished, I saw an image that made me giggle.

Who does it remind you off?

There will be a small prize of some sock wool for the first correct answer. I have witnesses that will confirm who I think it is, (hubby and son no.2 cannot see the likeness themselves) which just confirms to me that I have a really weird sense of humour.

Sunday, 6 April 2008

More News.

Dad has been taken into hospital. The physiotherapist rang Mum this morning to book an appointment for Monday whereupon Mum explained how dire the situation was and she arranged to come out this afternoon. The physio soon realised that he was a poorly boy and called for an ambulance, then Mum called me. Mum is going to get him settled into hospital and then I'll go over to see him tomorrow.

Its such a relief, I've been like a bear with a sore head all day and when I got this positive news, I went to bed, cried for a bit then slept for a solid four hours, the most I've slept in days.

Saturday, 5 April 2008

News on Dad

He's still not moved from the sofa. He's very shaky and his good knee is now as swollen as his bad knee. I've asked them to get an ambulance but the theory they have is that if they can just last out until Monday when the physio and nurse come in all will be well and that they will probably get him into hospital on Monday. Personally I have my doubts about him being well enough to continue at home until Monday. And if he needs a poo, he will collapse on to the floor, at that point Mum has promised she will ring for an ambulance. I've asked them to call the doctor out again, again they refuse. So, he's sort of sitting up at a very jaunty angle, and has been in the same position for 48 hours, he can't raise his leg and put it onto a cushion/stool or even raise his legs to lie back onto the sofa, as the leg is in so much pain.

I've tried my best to persuade them to take some sort of action, even suggesting the national health help line, but they are set into their mindset and I can't go against their wishes without really upsetting them.

Dad's jocular humour is somewhat diminished today, as after seeing him, is mine.

Friday, 4 April 2008

Such a dreadful day.

Late last night (Wednesday) I received a phone call of my mother. Dad's in a bit of a pickle, his knee has seized up completely and as they are staying at mum's sisters house in Blackpool for the week they cannot get home. Twice that day, he's collapsed onto the floor in the bathroom not being able to get up. That day he lay in a cold bathroom for three hours, although it was one and half hours at a time, before regaining enough strength to get onto a bed/chair. Don't ask me about my parents mentality because I don't understand it. 999 would have been my first thoughts.

I suggested hubby comes up to fetch them the next day, in the evening (Thursday) but it was too late for them in the day, they refuse the offer, mum is confused and emotional and ends the phone call, but she has decided they will take their chances on the coach. They need to get home as they had an appointment at the hospital about Dad's Knee, and if they don't make it, he could end back up at square one re; the waiting list. Mum's mobile is playing up and I can't reach her again and I don't have aunties phone number, who after a net surf is exdirectory, as I then find out all of the family that I can remember are..

Bugger, (I must put that on my ravelry most favourite swear word list)

Next day,

Dad collapses very early, lays on bathroom floor for an hour and a half, (their seems to be a pattern in this) a relative is called who is male and 6ft 4" and gets him up again, then, for some reason (I've not got to the bottom of this yet) he collapses again, this time an ambulance is called and he ends up in a hospital in Blackpool, they look at his situation and because he is so close to having a knee replacement operation they suggest he goes home, they give him huge painkillers and a walky about thing almost square shaped with wheels (I'm sure there is a technical term) and he manages to get back to a car.

I know none of this, at 2.30 p.m. I ring mum at home, no answer, because by this time I think they might be home, I then ring her mobile again, in the vain hope that she will answer, and she does... (a very kind ambulance driver sorted her phone out and stopped it diverting to voice mail, which she has no idea how to operate, and I'm proud of her as well, because she asked someone, anyone to help her, and they did)

They are still in Blackpool, they have just got home from the hospital. She explains what has happened, we talk, I tell her to hang on for an hour, as hubby is in a meeting that I cannot disturb him in, (only on death and it would probably have to be mine) and then I learn, that Mum, bless her, has cancelled tomorrows hospital appointment. Why, do they have to jump so fast?

Hubby rings me late afternoon, soon after we are motoring toward Blackpool, we get there only to find my Dad on the floor again. Guess what? He's been there for an hour and a half...

I walk into find a sweaty, beads rolling down the forehead kind of sweaty, sunken eyed, frail Dad, I made some sort of quip to him, which he responded to. We called reinforcements until there were three males to get him into the car. It was a bit touch and go, I was hovering at the rear end with a kitchen chair so that he could collapse back onto that rather than the floor, he needed it twice.

Fortunately the road was clear on the way back, Mum manages to raise a brother to assist.. But then there are only two men and two high steps. A chair was brought out, which Dad needed several times, his knees just buckle, those boys, hubby and my brother, they sweated gettting him in, there was a point, I really didn't think they were going to make it.

His knee's buckled just at the top of the steps, and there really would have been nothing any of us could have done, if he had fell backwards... But hubby, an engineer through and through, blocked his knee against dads leg in such a way that dad could rest and then my brother did the same, which gave dad a few minutes resting time, before he carried on..

They got him in, well just into the hall, it took two more rests before getting him onto the sofa.

I gave him a hug and a kiss, I have no idea what is going to happen tomorrow.


Tuesday, 1 April 2008

Such a beautiful baby..

Such a pretty baby came to say, 'hello' to our Tuesday night knitters. A gorgeous little girl with such proud parents, they are truly blessed.

A little hoodie I knitted for their first born child, which Mum, really seemed to like. (my first jumper, both back and front) You can see how tiny it is, by how large my sixteen year old sons hands are in this piccie.

And this is a joint effort from Tuesday night knitters, We all knitted a square, and then Anna, did the majority of the work, sewing it up, scratching around for everyones left overs so that she could work on the border so that it was an almost continuous colour, she did such a marvelous job. Honestly she did an awful lot of work to do all of that. But doesn't it look wonderful. I think Mum loved it too.