For Xanthi…

The taxi dropped us off a few doors away from the pub, and Hawkette and I struggled to carry our own heavy bags, plus Lytteltonwitch’s bag of books (Lytteltonwitch was under strict instructions from her doctor not to carry any heavy bags this weekend, so I’d promised to play pack horse for her), plus the…

I forgot to mention the other wonderful thing that happened yesterday: a parcel arrived from Fuzzle (Ming and Saffy’s previous owner, now living in the UK). In it were a few yummy things (like jaffa cakes, the main thing MrPloppy misses since moving here), and my birthday present (yes, my birthday was months ago, but…

That’s 100 bookstrings done (well, apart from sealing the knots and trimming the ends), and I’m almost out of string again. I think I’m starting to run out of inspiration, too – the last couple of strings looked a bit boring. Probably a sign that I should stop there, and channel my creative energy into…

One of Ming’s many oddities is an obsession about paper lying on the floor. If there’s a piece of paper on the floor he’ll sit there and paw at it trying to see what’s underneath it, and if he can’t manage to lift it up it usually ends up shredded. The other night I left…

A few days ago I was with a group of people and conversation turned to blogs/online journals, and a non-blogger asked what the attraction is. Someone said he liked to write to get things off his chest, and the non-blogger very reasonably responded “But why would you want to do that in public?” At the…