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The Day of the Triffids by John Wyndham

Lady Writer ~ Dire Straits

Bobby Smith, down from West London To purchase his favourite cream bun

Good luck, Chrissy! YOU CAN DO IT! *in Rob Schneider voice* (what favourite book rekindled your mojo?)

Thanks everyone for your lovely comments It's interesting how people have quite different colour preferences. I love working with colour but some colour combinations just look wrong to me. Unless I'm making a blanket for someone as a surprise, I always let the person choose their own colours.

Finally getting round to replying to you, Luna A textured blanket (I've given away the other ones), and a pile of some of my other ones.

Those are my favourites too, Marie

Mike Smith from Aberystwyth Was a fan of PG's Psmith

I've been reading books published by Dean St Press. They describe themselves as a publisher devoted to producing, uncovering and revitalising good books. These include crime, literary and cult fiction.

I'll post on the hobbies page ... just realised I'm on the Book Activity thread

So sorry your mojo has gone AWOL again, Chrissy. I'm sending a little one to keep you company until your other one comes back (love otters )

I've made a Seaside blanket by Coastal Crochet and A Spicier Life by Cherry Heart, both used textured stitches and it was a lot of fun. Keeps it interesting with the changes of colour and pattern. It would be lovely to see a picture when you've finished

The limerick one is very clever and love the book summaries Wish I could think of succinct descriptions like those!

I wouldn't be surprised if it was a condition of your will

The one you posted, Luna, was the first one that came to my mind too, but I rather like this one by Henry Scott-Holland (I don't really expect anyone to read a poem at my funeral, though ) Death Is Nothing At All Death is nothing at all.It does not count.I have only slipped away into the next room.Nothing has happened.Everything remains exactly as it was.I am I, and you are you,and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.Call me by the old familiar name.Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.Put no difference into your tone.Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.Life means all that it ever meant.It is the same as it ever was.There is absolute and unbroken continuity.What is this death but a negligible accident?Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?I am but waiting for you, for an interval,somewhere very near,just round the corner.All is well.Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.One brief moment and all will be as it was before.How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!

Oooh... I wouldn't mind your Modern Guide to Textured Crochet

Mr P has recently bought the complete series of West Wing, we've just gone into lockdown so he's been working his way through them. I've been watching/listening with half an ear and must admit they are very good. Great dialogue and humour.

A man named Jim Bunn from Colchester Dreamed of being a court jester When he went to the show With his twangy banjo

i thank You God for most this amazing day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes (i who have died am alive again today, and this is the sun’s birthday; this is the birth day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay great happening illimitably earth) how should tasting touching hearing seeing breathing any–lifted from the no of all nothing–human merely being doubt unimaginable You? (now the ears of my ears awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened) i thank You God for most this amazing by e.e. cummings

Lay Lady Lay ~ Bob Dylan

A man named Jim Bunn from Colchester Dreamed of being a court jester

Long Tall Sally ~ Little Richard

Underneath the Spreading Chestnut Tree ~ Captain Mainwaring and Sergeant Wilson (Dad's Army)

Margaret Sarah went too soon She got bit by a rabid raccoon