Pamela Boxall
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Nothing but grey skies
The sun doesn’t always shine in my neck of the woods, in fact I think it may have been contacted by the NHS and told to self-isolate the past few days. Since it’s just grey today, rather than grey and pouring with rain, I took a stroll by the river, chatted with the swans, and… Continue reading
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Revisiting my journal
It was way back in January when I bought this journal and did my initial preview of it, in the “before time” as we might choose to think of it from the viewpoint of our pandemic present-day. Anyway, I’ve been using it for several weeks now and I think it’s time to revisit it and… Continue reading
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Slow, but still progress
I was most amused on a recent trip into the city centre to see how our local sci-fi/movie memorabilia store is approaching the pandemic precautions – a helpful reminder that most things are better if you retain your sense of humour. It was the first time in a while that I had sat at a… Continue reading
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Gully or gulch?
Gully: A channel or small valley, especially one cut by heavy rainwater.Gulch: A narrow ravine cut by a fast stream. Collins English Dictionary I hit a snag with the Heather Sweater over the weekend. I had been expecting the lace panel to become easier to memorise the more I worked it, but I had to… Continue reading
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The more things change
“You no longer have to ruin your skin to make yourself look beautiful. Make-up can make you look really good. In time, the wrong one can also clog up your pores, dry your skin and ruin your complexion. All the good you do with cleansing, treatments and night creams is wasted. But caring for your… Continue reading
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Lazy music in the rill
“The mornin’ dew is blinkin’ yonder, there’s lazy music in the rill,And all I want to do is wander through the heather on the hill.” From the musical Brigadoon The Heather Sweater is underway and I’d say my progress to date is reasonable. I would possibly upgrade that to very reasonable considering that the recent… Continue reading
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