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I'm a Canadian crochet-obsessed mum living in the UK who used to make a living teaching English to teenagers. Current distractions: babies, baking and baby sign language!

‘Do you see me, my love. I am flagging. Flagging.’ – Simon Armitage


For those of you who didn’t catch the 9/11 special on channel Five last night, Simon Armitage has written a poem to commemorate the fifth anniversary of the World Trade Center atrocity.

Written as the first-person account of a fictional trader near the top of the north tower on that day, it was dramatised by Rufus Sewell, and was accompanied by news footage from the day itself as well as interviews with three people who were in the Towers during the attack, and family members of two of the people who died.

I know of Simon Armitage’s work as he is one of the required poets for study on the AQA GCSE syllabus, and have always thought of his work as pretty straight forward, with some depth but not necessarily to my taste. But this work, Out of the Blue, I find to be remarkable in the way that it captures the surrealism of the day, along with the pathos of the ordinary men and women who were caught up in the attack.

I think any attempt of mine to explain the poem would fall short of the reality. You can download the whole text of the poem in .pdf format here:

Out of the Blue
by Simon Armitage

Summertime, and the living is…. easy??

Imagine the last week of school, things are crazy, but you think to yourself – ‘Next week, I’m on holidays. What am I going to do? I might be bored all summer!’

That thought, was, obviously, the kiss of death. I haven’t posted yet this summer because I have been in a state of manic activity for the last four weeks. Since school let out, I’ve had my parents to stay for a week (which was lovely – I was just a bit too tired to enjoy it properly!) and run a church service all by myself, we’ve cleaned the house up considerably, put it on the market, I’ve gone to see about 20 properties that might be suitable to buy, been to Stratford to see Patrick Stewart in The Tempest (set in 1950s Antarctica – very cool), and crocheted approximately 9 scarves, a wrap (here’s the photo of me in it…) and a shrug. Plus keeping the house incessantly tidy in case someone wants to come around a view it at 20 minutes notice.

And I’ve just noticed that I’ve lost the ability to type properly. Hope there’s not too many spelling mistakes here…

So, I decided to have a bit of a wander ’round the web this morning (no, I haven’t actually managed to get dressed yet…) because I’m feeling rather wiped out, but also because I’m looking for a blog that contains a crochet pattern that I found but failed miserably to bookmark two weeks ago… Anyway, I found another Quizilla quiz that looked appropriate for my current activities – What kind of yarn are you?

Can I mention at this point that although I have done many of these, I can usually see the point they are trying to make. I have never felt actually insulted by the result before. Until now. Because, I am:

What kind of yarn are you?

You are Dishcloth Cotton.You are a very hard worker, most at home when you’re at home. You are thrifty and seemingly born to clean. You are considered to be a Plain Jane, but you are too practical to notice.
Take this quiz!

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Dishcloth cotton?? Born to clean?? PLAIN JANE??

(Maybe I’m not taking this in the spirit in which it’s meant…)


Funny thing is, I’m actually looking for some dishcloth cotton – those of you who haven’t tried a crocheted dishcloth don’t know what you’re missing – absorbent and scrubby – but no one in the UK seems to sell colours other than white and off white. I want a red dishcloth! or pink! Green! Yellow! My purple ones are getting haggard-looking… How do I replace them??

OK, maybe the Quizilla thingy was right… 🙂