Blast from the past
So, I was wandering down Old Stitch Street with Little One when something caught my eye. A book. An old book. As old as me. Whoosh!! Time travel back to being about 5 and reading my favourite story. There it was, just sitting there! £4 later and it’s mine, all mine! Can’t quite believe it…
What am I like?
Stitchy Towers has been a little subdued recently due to a preponderance of ‘going to Heaven parties’. That, together with a discussion last night at knitting club on why people blog got me thinking. The cogs creaked into action as follows. Why blog? To have a diary. Who for? Me, yes. My boys? yes I…