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December 21, 2017



Ah, there you are! I was thinking about you yessterday but did nothing about it - and then you pop up in my feed. Serendip!

I like your shawls, they are pretty things. I have made a hat and a neck snuggly thing for my daughter and have since tried to carry on with a mohair piece that has been on the needles for a couple/few years, but am not enjoying it one bit.

Enjoy whatever celebrations you partake in; I have the new Philip Pullman, a small fruit cake and a bottle of fizz so I will be very happy.

Mary Lou

Lovely! I hope you have a cool enough Christmas to wear them.

Susan D

Oh,these are lovely. Well done.

juliet brown

Ohhhhh I am positively dribbling at those projects - both are lovely, I really like the colour of the first one in particular, it is gorgeous. The I cord bind off is seriously smart - that just makes it perfect, sometimes it is the carefully stripping back to the simplest "non" detail that makes everything just sing. Lovely

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  • "'Then I am the first,' cried Pullings with infinite satisfaction. 'Let me wish you and Mrs. Aubrey all the joy in the world.' He grasped Jack's limp, wondering hand, wrung it numb, and showed the printed page, reading aloud, '"At Ashgrove Cottage, Chilton Admiral, in Hants, the lady of Captain Aubrey, of the Boadicea, of a son and heir,"' following the words with his finger.

    'Give it here,' said Jack. He grasped the magazine, sloped the page to the light and pored over it intently.

    '"At Ashgrove Cottage, Chilton Admiral, in Hants, the lady of Captain Aubrey, of the Boadicea, of a son."

    'Well, I'll be damned. God bless me. Lord, Lord … upon my word and honour … I'll be damned to Hell and back again … strike me down. Killick, Killick, rouse out a bottle of champagne -- pass the word for the Doctor -- here, Killick, there's for you -- God love us all -- ha, ha, ha.'

    Killick took the handful of money, put it slowly into his pocket with a look of extreme suspicion and walked out of the cabin, his lips pursed in disapproval. Jack leapt from his seat, took several turns fore and aft, chuckling from time to time, his mind filled with mingled love, happiness, fulfilment, and a most piercing nostalgia."

    -- from The Mauritius Command by Patrick O'Brian

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