







...because we have woken up to find we have no water today.  Most annoying, especially as we don't know why and can't see anybody about who might be doing water-related work.  What is going on?  I feel like my day is kind of on hold because I can't get washed or have a cup of coffee or even liquidise the soup I made yesterday as it needs water adding to it first.  The poor cats' water bowl is empty and they're wandering around looking longingly at the taps.  Where is our water and when will it be coming back?  I was going to take the day off from crochet today as the cooking I did yesterday made my hands crack and bleed a bit (I don't like to push my luck with my hands these days - they're so much better than they used to be, but I'm always treading a fine line with them) but I really don't know what else to do from the comfort of my dressing gown.  Hmm.
Talking of the cooking I did yesterday, I made a new protein-tastic recipe that my mum had sent me and it was delicious.  I have decided to call it "Sausage Surprise" a la Jean Slater.  I get the feeling I could be missing EastEnders after all!  Here's the recipe (to serve 4).
SAUSAGE SURPRISE!
*Fry some sausages (I used veggie, about 2-3 per portion, though the recipe says pork) until they're lightly coloured. 
*Add a chopped onion to the pan and fry till it's soft and golden. 
*Add a crushed garlic clove and large grated carrot and fry for another minute or so.
*Add 175g of dried green lentils, some thyme (I just used dried stuff), a tin of chopped tomatoes and about half a litre of stock.
*Simmer uncovered for about 30 minutes and add more water if it's becoming dry.
*Just before serving, stir in about 4 tablespoons of creme fraiche.
That's it.  Very easy!  We had it with mashed turnip and it was delish, getting the thumbs up from Graham too.  I made a giant pan of it and stocked up the freezer.  Hooray!  I want to make a tasty curry for the freezer today, but we'll have to wait and see if and when the water comes back on, I guess.  Come back, water!

 Too-whit-too-whoo!  This little guy flew into my bag while we were charity shopping last week and now he just keeps flying on to the living room shelves, much to Graham's bemusement.  I get the feeling Graham thinks the owl might be more at home in the craft room where he would never be seen by anybody but me.
Too-whit-too-whoo!  This little guy flew into my bag while we were charity shopping last week and now he just keeps flying on to the living room shelves, much to Graham's bemusement.  I get the feeling Graham thinks the owl might be more at home in the craft room where he would never be seen by anybody but me. But I think this feathered friend of mine has made his nest amongst these books and there is bound to be a law against removing an owl from its nest, right?  Besides, he goes perfectly with the rocket lamp, fireplace tiles, salt and pepper cats and my typewriter, all of which stay in the living room.  This is his rightful home.
But I think this feathered friend of mine has made his nest amongst these books and there is bound to be a law against removing an owl from its nest, right?  Besides, he goes perfectly with the rocket lamp, fireplace tiles, salt and pepper cats and my typewriter, all of which stay in the living room.  This is his rightful home. And just in case you thought (heaven forbid!) that I hadn't been crocheting, here's proof of another two rows.  The more rows I crochet, the more the bottom of the blanket is getting pulled out into a squarer shape, so my worries about it tapering at the bottom are no more.  My newest worry (aside from still thinking the blanket is too big) is that I could be addicted.  I go to sleep and wake up thinking about crochet.  Just one more row...
And just in case you thought (heaven forbid!) that I hadn't been crocheting, here's proof of another two rows.  The more rows I crochet, the more the bottom of the blanket is getting pulled out into a squarer shape, so my worries about it tapering at the bottom are no more.  My newest worry (aside from still thinking the blanket is too big) is that I could be addicted.  I go to sleep and wake up thinking about crochet.  Just one more row...

 I have an ever-growing collection of lovely blank notebooks because I find it hard to take that first step and write something in their pristine pages.  Graham does not appear to suffer from this problem.  I gave him this TV planner notebook at Christmas and by New Year he had "modified" the cover with one of his trademark black and white doodle people.  Perhaps I should take a leaf out of his book and get my pens out...
I have an ever-growing collection of lovely blank notebooks because I find it hard to take that first step and write something in their pristine pages.  Graham does not appear to suffer from this problem.  I gave him this TV planner notebook at Christmas and by New Year he had "modified" the cover with one of his trademark black and white doodle people.  Perhaps I should take a leaf out of his book and get my pens out...




My lunchtime crochet session went so badly today that I have no photos to share. I'm convinced that if I could get past the stage of crocheting into the foundation chain that I would be fine. Unfortunately I am incapable of getting past that stage to test my theory. By the end of my lunch break today I had a knot of rage in my belly and wanted to throw my crochet right out the window. I am going to persevere, but seeing this gorgeous bit of lace making (and this frankly incredible lace picture - look!) makes me want to ditch the crochet and move onto lace. Sigh... I will persevere with the crochet for a while longer, but I'm not promising not to get my bobbins out before the week is over!
 
  The problem is that I accidentally kept crocheting into the same chain as you can (kind of) see from this picture.
The problem is that I accidentally kept crocheting into the same chain as you can (kind of) see from this picture. I tried again (in red) and had a little bit more success, but obviously still went quite wrong.  I didn't have enough chains left at the end so must have missed some en route, and my wave is not nearly as regular as the one in picture.  It is progress from the white one though and I don't feel too bad since the instructions kindly reassured me that crocheting directly into a foundation chain is very hard for a beginner.
 I tried again (in red) and had a little bit more success, but obviously still went quite wrong.  I didn't have enough chains left at the end so must have missed some en route, and my wave is not nearly as regular as the one in picture.  It is progress from the white one though and I don't feel too bad since the instructions kindly reassured me that crocheting directly into a foundation chain is very hard for a beginner. Elgin's charity shops were very kind to me last week.  As well as an abundance of vintage craft books (I'll try to share them soon) I got this Farm Dictionary.  You may think this would not be very useful to a city dweller like myself, but I have already learned that FYM means farmyard manure, which I'm sure will be a very handy new expletive.
 Elgin's charity shops were very kind to me last week.  As well as an abundance of vintage craft books (I'll try to share them soon) I got this Farm Dictionary.  You may think this would not be very useful to a city dweller like myself, but I have already learned that FYM means farmyard manure, which I'm sure will be a very handy new expletive. How could I resist this cover?  When I brought this book home, my sister squealed because she had so nearly bought it herself the week before.  Lucky for me, she decided there wasn't enough room in her suitcase for it!  I have a small shelf set aside in the living room for books that are more beautiful than they are useful and this title is right at home there already.
How could I resist this cover?  When I brought this book home, my sister squealed because she had so nearly bought it herself the week before.  Lucky for me, she decided there wasn't enough room in her suitcase for it!  I have a small shelf set aside in the living room for books that are more beautiful than they are useful and this title is right at home there already.  The fact it had come from Pluscarden Abbey (a beautiful monastery in Elgin with real live bee-keeping monks) gave it that little extra something too.
 The fact it had come from Pluscarden Abbey (a beautiful monastery in Elgin with real live bee-keeping monks) gave it that little extra something too.



Greetings from Elgin. It's like a home from home (well, it IS home in one sense as it is where I lived from eight to eighteen years of age) surrounded by jukeboxes*. I am sleeping in my sister's old room with her jukebox, which she has not yet managed to ship out to France. Down the road in a chip shop called The Northern Fish Restaurant is Graham's dream jukebox, the Ami Continental. Graham is usually only in Elgin over Christmas when the chip shop is closed so he has only ever seen in by peering through the window and between the vertical blinds. Searching for Elgin on flickr, you would think there was nothing to see but the ruined cathedral, but there are still one or two more interesting sights for the eagle-eyed.
Anyway, I'm not here for sight-seeing, but to visit my family. I've already managed to catch a cold from my nieces and nephew, but I'm enjoying myself and learning A LOT about Peppa Pig. I think I have seen every episode about three times already and I've only been here a couple of days. Fortunately I like Peppa pig. I've also learned a fair amount about dinosaurs and ballet dancing from bedtime story reading duties, which I have been assigned to every night so far.
Other than that, not a lot has been happening. I wasn't organised enough to take any craft projects with me unfortunately. We do have some acorn gathering planned. My niece Kim has promised to help me in exchange for a "ladybird" acorn brooch. I'm also planning to spend at least one day going round the charity shops. If there is one thing Elgin is not short of, it's charity shops! Hopefully I'll have something fun to photograph and share here by the time I get back. Until then, it will probably be all quiet on the dropstitch front...
*Apparently I did not make it clear that I spend my days in the flat with Graham's beautiful jukebox for company, so it was a home from home BECAUSE I was surrounded by jukeboxes.  You dig?  Yeah, I knew you dug.  Back in the big city now, by the way, so normal blogging should resume shortly.


