These two poems are from Dear Mr Asquith (Smith/Doorstop Books 2010)
In 1987 on the Isle of Wight I bought
six ounces of cashmere yarn from a woman
who had knitted a suit for her husband.
Come out, dear! she trilled into the back room.
He was a dandy in dark-chocolate.
The jacket had herringbone-stitch lapels,
whipped buttonholes and pockets with flaps;
the trousers a zipped fly. I wondered
if he only wore it in the shop; or if he went
to the Working Men’s Club carrying his bowls
in a knitting bag; to a church where the vicar’s surplice
was of veil-stitch in 3-ply baby wool;
if she had a twisted-rib shroud on the go;
widows weeds worked on eights and tens;
a headstone on order from the monumental mason,
plain with a moss-stitch border.
We knitted gloves, five fingers,
4-ply wool on four needles.
The men snored,
except for Peter, six foot six.
Untouched by narcotics
he would stand on his bed,
building up to a fit. The trick
was to get him down before it started.
Damned annoying when you had
a thumb to turn; but leave him,
and he’d wake the lot.
They’d all want something then:
Any chance of a nice cup of tea?
a slice of buttered toast? As if
we had nothing better to do. As if
a dropped stitch didn’t matter.
25th November 2015
Writing has been shelved in favour of knitting. I have just joined the Knitting and Crochet Guild, which has opened up all sorts of possibilities. http://kcguild.org.uk/
23rd November 2015
I wrote a memoir a few months ago, and shelved it. But recent contact with someone I knew at school has made me think again about some aspects of the past, so I have more or less decided to finish it, and perhaps even publish it. It has been too long since I did any serious writing, and I’ve missed it.
Duolingo is a free language-learning app, which I recommend highly. They teach many languages online through repetition, and it really works! www.duolingo.com
After just a few days, users can form meaningful sentences after listening to an Italian speaker. Gli insetti sono nello zucchero!
The only problem is that there are several languages on offer. To concentrate on one, or have a go at two? What a delicious dilemma!
At last! Who is Flora?, the fourth Ethel and Amelia mystery, is finished, and I expect proofs to arrive soon. Now would be a good time to catch up on the first three, if you haven’t already read them!
21st May 2015
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The third in the Ethel and Amelia series of mysteries is now available as a paperback or on Kindle.
A man is found dead at a livery stable in Edwardian Huddersfield. Who would want to kill a cab driver? There are plenty of suspects, but the police fail to find the murderer. Ethel and Amelia help Ethel’s sweetheart, Constable Fred Clough, to investigate the case, aided by Gertie, the new housemaid in Miss Carlton’s house. Life-changing events in their own circumstances are the backdrop for this exciting mystery, while local suffragettes protest against the 1911 census, downtrodden daughters decide to break free, a new club for single women is proposed, and long-lost relatives are discovered.
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