I didn’t do any knitting or crochet on holiday.  I had taken things with me but I knew, even whilst packing, that is was more for comfort rather than a real desire to work on something.  Like a security blanket.   I was right, I didn’t once got it out of the suitcase and I’m …

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I always hit a bit of a mental slump this time of the year.  Maybe it’s because of the heightened level of commitments, maybe it the early sunsets and long period of darkness, maybe it’s simply that there are so many ‘things’ to do that I feel slightly claustrophobic.  Is there such thing as ‘commitment …

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Two more books for you. And yes that is my bookcase.  I can say mine because comfortably 90% of the books are mine, Mr M reads every night too but is very slow.  Very.  V.E.R.Y.  In fact I learnt early on in our marriage not to give him as a present I book I also …

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First up, my friend Alexander McCall Smith. This is the first one in the long 44 Scotland Street series and it introduces all the characters and their quirkiness.  It’s a lovely lovely read.  Light hearted, entertaining, lough out loud funny in places and I’m not a laugh out loud person,  in fact I hate funny …

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