I've got plenty of nothin' .....
Feelin' hot, hot, hot water bottle!!

That's what I'd like to know - Who listens to the radio?

Yesterday six of the Knitting Coven converged on the ABC in Launceston. We entered its hallowed halls and waited nervously until Roisin McCann appeared, took us into a room with chairs and microphones, whopping big microphones, and then told us to act as if we were ‘live’ and it was all spontaneous! I sat on one of the green chairs : there were only 2. It was not as if all my illusions were shattered, but it could make the imagined world of the airwaves rather mundane and ordinary if you let it. I remember listening to Radio National when I was young, in Hobart. Every Saturday afternoon I would listen to The Science Show, The Goons, My Music or My Word, John West the Show man and probably a serial, like Hitchhiker’s Guide or Lord of the Rings. I whiled away many happy hours listening to the radio. Now, apart from the Labradors, it is my constant companion at home. The people you listen to become familiar, so if you see them across the street you would want to wave, call out and run across to chat to them!!!

I am the most divergent person, I have the most tangential though patterns – so, we all soon forgot about the microphones, made knitting needle noises when directed  and we were chatting away and then Roisin ‘arrived’ and there was a lot of talking and laughter, and then all of a sudden, it was over.  A photo was taken, gird your loins!, but it has not appeared anywhere so we may all be safe.

A few of us withdrew to the Café next door and indulged in tea, coffee and more chat for an hour or so.  Later in the afternoon Aunty Captain Mrs Archer and I did simultaneous phone talking while listening to the radio. It was good, despite all my thoughts, it was good. There were a few malapropisms, and I had my best answering the phone at school voice on, but it was good!! Harki heard me talking about the fact that the Labradors might hear me talking. She sat by the radio. Peri deigned to raise her head a little, but then went back to sleep on the couch again.

Opal_sock_wool More on the knitting front : I have my lovely aqua Opal sock wool and I have knitted about 10 cm (3 inches) on teeny tiny 2.25 mm needles. I have also bought the 12 ply olive wool for the hot water bottle cover. I bought a short circular bamboo needle too, and I have knitted all the wool and it is a very snuggly accessory. I had to buy another ball though, to do the last 20 cm of the neck.

After the lovely Dianne of Cleckheaton steered me to E***’s to buy a pattern book, I wended ( what is the past tense of wend?) my lonely way to the aforementioned shop, only to find the owner reluctant to sell me a book unless I bought wool from her. No strings were mentioned at any stage. The only wool purporting to be green was a muddy dull colour, and there was a kind of tape or ribbon. Tape or ribbon???!! What was the woman thinking – this is not wool!!!!!  When I was buying the extra ball of wool at the other shop the lady there said she had ordered the very same pattern book, and I could buy it, or I could buy wool, in fact I could choose any option. I shall be buying wool and a book there.

I am still pale and tired. I am hoping to feel a little better tomorrow??  I need a recipe to cheer me up, a happy recipe!!

Cheery Baked Red Apples

  • 4 Pink Lady apples

  • 80 g butter

  • ½ tspn cinnamon

  • 100 g brown sugar

  • finely grated rind of a lemon

  • 2-3 tspn lemon juice

  • 50 g dried fruit – raisins, apricots, etc

Preheat oven to 180 C ( 160 ff) and core the apples, you may need to slice a little off the base to let them sit straight. I also used a knife to make an equator around each apple!! Mix all the other ingredients with a fork and fill the centres of the apples. Bake for 25-30 minutes, or until the apples are slightly collapsed.  Serve with cream, ice-cream and/or custard. Sprinkle with a little icing sugar too!!! This has cheered me up no end!!!



I went to the E**** shop the other day and she started whining about her customers and how they waste her precious time (of which I thought hang on this is not right) and walked out empty handed and vowing never to return.

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