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Sick day

The day after we got back from NZ, I felt the unmistakeable stirrings of a cold. The sore throat, stiff joints: nothing major, but very present and very emphatic. I thought I’d kicked it, after a week-long wrestle of reduced energy and tiredness, but on Monday it broke through and now I’m flattened. Addison’s Disease, […]

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We’re on a feet-finding mission!

Well, that was a hoot. Four days and four nights in hospital to mend another stress fracture in my left femoral neck (I had a stress fracture in the right femoral neck mended last year). Ah spring, when a young blogger’s fancy turns to being on crutches and bumping into things a lot.There are pros […]

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What cooking does

We had some bad news this week.  And then it became even worse news; almost the worst; and bad enough that it filled my eyes with hot black fire and made me feel hate like I have never felt.  There are, of course, some things about which I can do nothing.  And when the angry […]

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Unscheduled interruption

Having received some rough news this week, the blog will be on a short hiatus while I get my shit together.  I’ll be back soon, promise.

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On peace and quiet

I like titles that start with “On…” because they always make me think of “On Dasher, on Dancer, on Prancer and Vixen!” Today is the first day in a while that I haven’t had anything I’m supposed to go out and do. It’s been a hectic couple of weeks at Chez Cutlery Drawer, with work […]

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Back in the saddle

It’s been a rough month, and it’s only the 14th.  Now I know December is rarely the easiest of months for anybody (except for people still young enough to wear pyjamas with feet), what with Christmas shopping, winding up work for the year, school plays a-go-go, exams, graduations, work Christmas parties, the horror of extended […]

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Sometimes you need a cow.

There’s a lot I’ve thought about trying to say over the past week or two.  Some of it is self-evident, but takes on a new, urgent depth of meaning.  Some of it is trite and pointless.  Some of it is not something you can say out loud.  And, of course, some of it is just […]

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My love/hate relationship with my washer

M and I have a combined washer/dryer.  Some days, I love it to pieces.  When it’s pouring rain outside and I need to do washing, I love being able to turn it on and walk away, knowing that in a few hours, I’ll have toasty-dry-fresh clean washing.  I don’t use the dryer all that often, […]

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Shit.

So, the other night, I posted about the vibrant, glorious success of the Desert Monkey socks. Remember? Do you need a minute to go back and read that post, so we can all recall how happy I was with the whole thing? So I cast on the second sock. Had the toe completely worked, and […]

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Dis. Aster.

Crumbs. Spent the day working on Purple Olive, which is going beautifully thank you very much. I’m a bit worried the sleeves are going to be a little baggy after the elbow, so I haven’t cast them off. But I was tidying the stash today, and happened to pull out the bag containing all my […]

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