Men in nice knitwear

I am supposed to post something, as it is MY TURN, AND, I am supposed to be posting on my brand new Blogger Blogspot blog, but I find myself here, in my comfy old WordPress armchair, where I don’t have to worry about coding my photos to make them look sharp.
Sigh.
Mr Devine has already relegated this blog to the bottom of his sideboard under Days of Coven Past. A rash and foolish move, Mr Devine, because from where else can I launch a sideboard invasion??? From where else can knitting patterns take over your life??? Jon knows me better, he has kept a link to this blog on his blogroll.

The reality of giving up this blog has set in. I can’t. Too much has happened here for me to simply pack my bags and walk away. Over the years there has been talk of wind, and trampolines; of bathmats and tambourines; broken promises and dreams – I have had sleepless nights over it – how can I abandon such an insightful commentary to the dustbin of the internet???? And, there have been chaps like this, dressed appropriately for the typical British summer…