thinking time


So anyway, my Dad passed away last Thursday.  He had just turned 88 and after a couple of bouts of pneumonia, the doctors discovered lung cancer.  He was admitted to hospital and within a couple of days he was gone, it turned out his left lung was completely collapsed, his liver and kidney’s were slowing down. 

But what really happened though was Dad decided it was time to go and be with Mum, his wife of 60 years.  I was privileged to be with Dad for his last day here, holding his hand and  watch him lie in peace for the last few hours of his life, and finally witness the two rattly breaths just as he departed.   

You did your best Dad, and it was pretty good.  Thanks for everything.

Love you and give my love to Mum.

So to my most loyal handful of readers, I will be back to blogging in a week or so, as soon as my thoughts are collected.





ooh there is a definite chill in the air now, the winter woollies are showing up more frequently.  The socks I’m wearing are the first pair I ever knitted, they are too big, semi felted and have holes… I made these about 5 or 6 years ago before I knew about socks, I used rowan tweed – I think – at a very loose tension and before I knew about negative ease.  The colour is gorgeous though a cheerful chartreuse that makes me so happy to look at!


I loved my little day trip in Christchurch a couple of weeks ago, I just wish I had more time there.  The tram ride around the central city was so much fun.


great staff


great friends



lovely sights





and so sweet, honeymooners.  (we could tell by the henna on her hands)

so there you have it, my day in Christchurch!

Alittle bit late, but better late than never