Caturday: Flashback Claude


I had an inward chuckle to myself when I woke up from a nap to find Claude asleep on the bed next to me sleeping like this. (I’ve got some weirdo virus leftover from Christmas that doesn’t seem to go away so I’m napping a lot at the weekends as I can’t afford not to be at work since I went part-time freelance. I think I’m better and then wham I’m so tired I have to sleep half the weekend – grr!!).


Doesn’t it remind you of when he was tiny and kidnapping my hoodie to nap with his friends in? He has grown somewhat!!

The End


One of my most favourite book stores closed on Sunday. Waterstones in St Margaret’s Street.


There was something character-full about this branch of Waterstones. The chair in the window made you want to come and read a while. To crease a spine, to peruse the table-fulls of books.


There are not many bookshops where you can see Captain Haddock from the Tin Tin books in the window.


As you take the escalator up to the first floor, there is a wall full of autographs including J.K.Rowling.


It has such character such soul.


It was the first shop I ever went into when I visited Canterbury for my university interview many years ago in 1990. It was newish then and I remember going regularly to the cafe on the top floor. I’d take the escalator up to the first floor then ascend the staircase to the second. I guess given the laws around accessibility that it was a step too far to get a lift put in especially when they put their all into a shiny refurb of a bigger store just round the corner. I used to love going in the cafe for a read and a toasted teacake and a cup of tea. There were great pictures on the wall of wildlife.


I loved these rocking horses in the children’s section. Much played with, much loved.


I loved the quirkiness, the little signs which tell of history. And the books. It was wonderful to spend many a happy hour looking at the books laid out on the tables and stare at shelves.


I used to love to bring my friends to the basement


and surprise them with the remains of the Roman bath house you could see there


It was one of those places you had to know about like the Roman well in the basement of Canterbury’s Pret a Manger (when it was Boots – you used to be able to go and look at it if you asked nicely). So it was nice to be able to walk down the stairs and see it.


So this farewell is a farewell to my first chapter in Canterbury. The store is as old as my connection with the city. It is so sad to see such a beautiful friendly building go. It is going to be the new C&H fabrics so full of yarn and fabric one of my other loves but it will be refitted and the wonderful signs and personal touches will be stripped away and just a distant memory.


Good bye, dear friend. Your fancier, moderner replacement won’t have the same memories for me but I will still go as we still need bookshops. And the rocking horses are moving in so there is hope for it yet.

Caturday’s Been Framed

I have to be super careful to keep the door to my workroom shut as those kittens love to get in and go crazy with any yarn they can get their paws on. Unfortunately, I popped downstairs to make a quick lunch intending to go straight back up but got sucked into watching another episode of Black Sails with pao. An hour later, I was looking round and realised Katerina was not present.

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We rushed upstairs and were puzzled to find this.

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Tamyra isn’t really into stealing yarn.

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Katerina was busy playing with another two skeins in our bedroom.

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But this yarn was under Tamyra’s body so we are wondering if Katerina has framed her.

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After all, this is the face of naughtiness!

Ooh lala.. socks!

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Ta da…! I’ve been knitting as much as the kittens would allow me. Katerina keeps stealing the ball of yarn and taking off with it so I’ve had to make sure I knit quickly whilst she is asleep. These socks have gone to live with a friend in Korea.

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She is a big fan of Claude’s so hopefully she’ll forgive him stealing the yarn!!

Caturday’s All Sleepy

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We were meant to go to a party in London today but sadly we were both feeling distinctly poorly and couldn’t go so we had to spend the day in with the kitties instead.

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Claude is a champion at sleeping.

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He does it well and I am able to knit when he is sleeping.

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I knit quite a lot whilst he slept.

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Until he woke up and wanted to play with the yarn!

My mum

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When I was a teenager, I used to rage about how unfair it was I wasn’t allowed to do this and that. My mum was a typical Tiger Mother so anything apart from studying hard was not allowed. It is only in later years, that I really feel a bit of sadness that I spent so much time with her studying at home and quietly resenting it. After all, I didn’t ever get invited to the longed for slumber parties that my friend’s did. I did think of her when I did manage a-kind-of-version-of-that-kind-of-slumber-party when my friend from school and I stayed in a hotel in London together for our school reunion in October but it was nicer and we got more sleep and had spa treatments. So I definitely won on that front.

So my mum would have been 80 today. I miss her.

Good night, Bernard

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I had a sad start to today. I got news that lovely, crazy, nut job Bernard had been hit by a car and found dead late last night. I had just finished up my feeding duties with him just that morning and gave him a great big cuddle and a big bowl of Whiskas as a parting gift. Little did I know it would be the last time I saw him alive.

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My heart is with his owners R and P who had a bad return from their holiday. I will miss this sad, funny, crazy little character who I enjoyed the company of when they were away over the last year. We had many cappuccinos together and he bit me (playfully) many times.

Good night, sweet boy. xx

Happy Birthday, Tamyra! 7 today

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My lovely Tamyra is 7 today! She woke me up before the alarm went off with her latest trick – head boinking me in the face! It is alarming when such a big cat does it.

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I still find it hard to believe how big she has grown since she came to live with us and even harder to believe that Katerina will be a similar size in a couple of years.

Happy Birthday, my beautiful girl. xxxx

Endings

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I liked this quote but I am a planner and at the end of this very unusual year, I’m reflecting on the year to come and the endings that I’m contemplating.

2017 will be the year I change jobs – towards the end of January to be more precise and then I’ll be freewheeling a little as the new job is part-time. It is scary but I keep telling myself it will be ok 🙂

I’m also deciding to wind up my jewellery business with a close-out sale on Etsy coming in the new year. I’ll still be making the odd things but for myself and for friends rather than doing shows and making more work for myself.

But one thing is for sure, it won’t be the end of my blog! I’m going to keep going with that with renewed vigour 🙂

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I have to keep you up to date with these fluffy ones… and the knitting that I’m planning!