A PLUM PERFECT FAREWELL I love the way children deal with loss. They are able to accept gentle honesty, don't need fairytales and usua...

  RAINY DAY PUDDLE Yesterday was a rainy day... and a sad one. We said goodbye to our dear ol' Puddlecat, aged 16 years. Always the most...

Goodness it's been hot! Way too hot 'n humid to work comfortably with mohair that's for sure! Rather than struggle on, I'v...

It seems someone has turned off Summer here in the UK and instead set the dial to rain - again!  On a positive note however, apparently riot...

The doorbell woke me from a deep sleep at half seven this morning, which is the middle of the night as far as I'm concerned.  By the tim...

We said a fond farewell to dear old Toffee recently.  Poor old boy slipped downhill fast over the course of a weekend and after fifteen year...

After claiming my mohair as her own and chasing the dressmaking scissors with every snip I made, my naughty little assistant was unceremoni...

Mote Park When I drove Puddle across town to the vet for her annual vaccinations earlier today, I had every intention of coming straight...

Puddle on the prowl I'm a little distracted today I'm afraid, my poor little Puddle cat hasn't been feeling too well for a few...

My goodness, no sooner did I pop 'Noel' in Santa's Sack, than he found his special someone and announced he was moving to Franc...

Puddle's ruling the roost now. She has terrorised Leo and Toffee (my two boy cats) into embarrassed submission and has stolen the h...

It's been an up and down couple of weeks. Firstly, a funeral for a close friend of Stuart's: a beautiful service for a man who had w...