tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356720.post112307007144538856..comments2023-10-15T14:35:46.514+00:00Comments on Nickerjac: If its not one thing its anotherNickerjachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13449748814079861305noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356720.post-1123242990943846052005-08-05T11:56:00.000+00:002005-08-05T11:56:00.000+00:00How annoying. Anything I can do? Just let me know....How annoying. Anything I can do? Just let me know. Will you be at syon on sunday too? Looks like Pooch isn't coming afterall (in an amicable way though) so I can go all out knitasticlittlelixiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02221573694562604740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356720.post-1123137441615440292005-08-04T06:37:00.000+00:002005-08-04T06:37:00.000+00:00Hi there,sorry to hear about your computer... it m...Hi there,<BR/>sorry to hear about your computer... it must be something going around int he knitting community- mine is semi-broken with the internet playing up left,right and centre!scarletprincesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07834643344877232931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356720.post-1123101064054211772005-08-03T20:31:00.000+00:002005-08-03T20:31:00.000+00:00Hiya - been meaning to come over and see you, but ...Hiya - been meaning to come over and see you, but I'm one of those ungrateful people with annoying kids. . . All my plans ruined by summer hols.<BR/><BR/>Even got all the way up to your end of town yesterday, and then kind of didn't text you and came home again. Sorry.<BR/><BR/>If only I had bumped into you in the pub (on a rare night out with one of my girl friends). Instead, that mad Mark from next door studio to you bumped into us. . . Need I say more? Several hours and several pints (him, not me, I was having an even rarer glass of wine)later he said he was going back to his studio, but went off to the gents first. . .<BR/><BR/>I'm ashamed to say, we could only see one way out and we kinda legged it. I hope noone nicked his mobile phone or his bag or his interesting book about interesting books (well, that was my opinion, I think he thought it was all beneath him!) which he'd left on the table. . . But then the pub was completely empty by this stage, and he'd only gone for a moment or two. <BR/><BR/>And the most bizarre thing about all that? (Well, actually there were a lot of very bizarre things, you know Mark better than I do, you can imagine what I mean; back to the plot.) I kept asking him how old he was, he kept ignoring me. Eventually he asked how old I would like him to be (is this the Mark you know and love, or was he really pissed?) and I said "41, like me". 1964. Turns out he is five days older than I am. Very bizarre. But not as bizarre as if he'd had the very same birthday, so there you go.<BR/><BR/>We talked about Prospero's Books. He and my friend had a lot in common. <BR/><BR/>But listen, I really wanted to ask you about knitting. And tell you about knitting. Will try very hard to come up and see you soon. Scary sister-in-law arriving from Toronto as I type, so not sure about schedule for next few days - she's bringing her three, two boys and girl like mine but all a little younger. Hopefully they will all hate each other and fight like fury, so we will go our separate ways. . . Or should I be being nice about it and mention she's recently started knitting. . .<BR/><BR/>Can you tell I'm really grouchy today? This is what comes after a night out, seeing what normal people get up to instead of being stuck at home with the family. Should have put this in a long rambling email really, shouldn't I? But it's always nice to get comments on your blog, isn't it?<BR/><BR/>Hopefully your computer problems will soon be solved. love J xx<BR/><BR/>PS our cat is pregnant again, due to give birth imminently!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com