<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1956549479149315863</id><updated>2011-07-28T12:45:21.534+01:00</updated><category term='amigurumi'/><title type='text'>Groke Park</title><subtitle type='html'>Random threads</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grokepark.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1956549479149315863/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grokepark.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MoominMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522117782897133881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/Rx5fVFB0XQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ofMxVue6ups/s320/groke.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1956549479149315863.post-4057994708378513145</id><published>2008-01-20T17:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:47:03.643Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigurumi'/><title type='text'>Trevor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This is Trevor.  He's a dog.  He's usually quite tired so sits down a lot. This makes him semi autobiographical, but he can also juggle spoons, thus being skilled in his own right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/R5OBZ8AGo0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Qo8AG9YoTqE/s1600-h/trevor1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/R5OBZ8AGo0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Qo8AG9YoTqE/s320/trevor1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157608280872624962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1956549479149315863-4057994708378513145?l=grokepark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grokepark.blogspot.com/feeds/4057994708378513145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1956549479149315863&amp;postID=4057994708378513145' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1956549479149315863/posts/default/4057994708378513145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1956549479149315863/posts/default/4057994708378513145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grokepark.blogspot.com/2008/01/trevor.html' title='Trevor'/><author><name>MoominMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522117782897133881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/Rx5fVFB0XQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ofMxVue6ups/s320/groke.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/R5OBZ8AGo0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Qo8AG9YoTqE/s72-c/trevor1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1956549479149315863.post-4120510072636434422</id><published>2008-01-20T16:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:47:04.110Z</updated><title type='text'>Up the hill backwards</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, this was a fun thing to do after a month of self indulgence.  A vigorous climb up Beacon Hill, just outside Newbury.  It's a hillfort, it's got nice views, and you can climb up it.  Bingo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here are the boys on the way up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/R5N7k8AGoxI/AAAAAAAAADc/UZ05uoiGOSY/s1600-h/boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/R5N7k8AGoxI/AAAAAAAAADc/UZ05uoiGOSY/s320/boys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157601872781419282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The smaller of the two isn't being dragged up, even though it looks that way.  It's more the reassuring hand of guidance, there to prevent slippage (it was a bit muddy).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/R5N8tcAGoyI/AAAAAAAAADk/tzbvFyZnmCI/s1600-h/summit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/R5N8tcAGoyI/AAAAAAAAADk/tzbvFyZnmCI/s320/summit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157603118321935138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And here is the summit.  Note that soft toys are also permitted to walk up Beacon Hill - indeed they are mandatory items.  If you don't place soft toys on t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;he summit marker, you are actually thrown off the hill by the (invisible, obviously) hilltop monitor.  Consider them a kind of votive offering.  It's a good job we had some handy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And on an unrelated note, I would give my right arm for eyelashes like these..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/R5N9QsAGozI/AAAAAAAAADs/ZV5iP_G3cTE/s1600-h/eyelashes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/R5N9QsAGozI/AAAAAAAAADs/ZV5iP_G3cTE/s320/eyelashes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157603723912323890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1956549479149315863-4120510072636434422?l=grokepark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grokepark.blogspot.com/feeds/4120510072636434422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1956549479149315863&amp;postID=4120510072636434422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1956549479149315863/posts/default/4120510072636434422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1956549479149315863/posts/default/4120510072636434422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grokepark.blogspot.com/2008/01/up-hill-backwards.html' title='Up the hill backwards'/><author><name>MoominMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522117782897133881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/Rx5fVFB0XQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ofMxVue6ups/s320/groke.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/R5N7k8AGoxI/AAAAAAAAADc/UZ05uoiGOSY/s72-c/boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1956549479149315863.post-4256812524459402767</id><published>2008-01-08T21:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:47:04.756Z</updated><title type='text'>Winchester Bollards</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The weekend before Christmas is a good time to get toothache.  Or not, as the case may be.  It also happened to coincide with what felt like the coldest weekend of the year so far.  The coldest weekend since the 1660's probably,  so it increased the level of dental discomfiture.  A pity, since the ice rink had returned to the Cathedral square, surrounded by a festive (albeit expensive and overly esoteric) fair.  The small one enjoyed his French Raclette.  Mr Groke shivered a lot.  But the teeth weren't up to the fun although the dentist did an efficient job of annihilating the troublesome abscess 2 days later.  Still, the Cathedral looked fabulous as always, and someone has painted the bollards in the market place.  Which was nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/R4PvoMAGovI/AAAAAAAAADM/WC5mRshmLb0/s1600-h/cathedral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/R4PvoMAGovI/AAAAAAAAADM/WC5mRshmLb0/s320/cathedral.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153225872337445618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A view I could never tire of - pound for pound, one of the best cathedrals in the business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/R4PwJcAGowI/AAAAAAAAADU/nqkyECFB44A/s1600-h/moulin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/R4PwJcAGowI/AAAAAAAAADU/nqkyECFB44A/s320/moulin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153226443568096002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After the Norman Conquest, most French bollards were destroyed by disgruntled Saxons.  This one, in the Market Square in Winchester, is the last surviving example of it's kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1956549479149315863-4256812524459402767?l=grokepark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grokepark.blogspot.com/feeds/4256812524459402767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1956549479149315863&amp;postID=4256812524459402767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1956549479149315863/posts/default/4256812524459402767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1956549479149315863/posts/default/4256812524459402767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grokepark.blogspot.com/2008/01/winchester-bollards.html' title='Winchester Bollards'/><author><name>MoominMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522117782897133881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/Rx5fVFB0XQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ofMxVue6ups/s320/groke.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/R4PvoMAGovI/AAAAAAAAADM/WC5mRshmLb0/s72-c/cathedral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1956549479149315863.post-8815189923774560638</id><published>2008-01-02T23:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:47:05.039Z</updated><title type='text'>I simply remember my favourite things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/R3wf_cAGouI/AAAAAAAAAC4/2WQ81IM8pZg/s1600-h/bits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/R3wf_cAGouI/AAAAAAAAAC4/2WQ81IM8pZg/s320/bits.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151027248513852130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And then I don't feel so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1956549479149315863-8815189923774560638?l=grokepark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grokepark.blogspot.com/feeds/8815189923774560638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1956549479149315863&amp;postID=8815189923774560638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1956549479149315863/posts/default/8815189923774560638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1956549479149315863/posts/default/8815189923774560638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grokepark.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-simply-remember-my-favourite-things.html' title='I simply remember my favourite things.'/><author><name>MoominMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522117782897133881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/Rx5fVFB0XQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ofMxVue6ups/s320/groke.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/R3wf_cAGouI/AAAAAAAAAC4/2WQ81IM8pZg/s72-c/bits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1956549479149315863.post-1970145279075368440</id><published>2008-01-02T21:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:47:05.894Z</updated><title type='text'>An Owly Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not much time for blogging over christmas due to work, work and some more work, but we did do lots of yuletide stuff when time allowed.  The tree looked reasonably surreal owing to the fact that it was used as a random display unit for various toys and bits of crochet.  I left the decorating to the smallest member of the household, and this is what happened...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/R3wSSMAGopI/AAAAAAAAACQ/xnEfZGi-4jU/s1600-h/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/R3wSSMAGopI/AAAAAAAAACQ/xnEfZGi-4jU/s320/tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151012177473610386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Owls nesting in a plastic Christmas tree.  As they do at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this time of year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Owl pattern was courtesy of Brie at Roman Sock, whose patterns have now begun to take over the entire house, but in a good way.  The softly fluffed feathers of the original were replaced by eyelash wool to make the owl look a bit more punky.  This is because I am old, and can remember The Damned first hand with great fondness.  The owls are the closest I've ever got to Dave Vanian, so their presence in the tree was fine by me.   Here are three of them before they started roosting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/R3wWS8AGorI/AAAAAAAAACg/kG7dFjMJzSY/s1600-h/christmasowls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/R3wWS8AGorI/AAAAAAAAACg/kG7dFjMJzSY/s320/christmasowls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151016588405023410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not The Damned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;And here is Dave, who was not in the tree, which is perhaps for the best as it would all have gone a bit top heavy and fallen on the turkey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/R3wV-cAGoqI/AAAAAAAAACY/UmGx5w8kVBM/s1600-h/vanian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/R3wV-cAGoqI/AAAAAAAAACY/UmGx5w8kVBM/s320/vanian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151016236217705122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not an owl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The tree also included a snowman and the previously seen Frenchman who returned for the holiday period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/R3wYjMAGotI/AAAAAAAAACw/PZojPS8OshY/s1600-h/snowman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/R3wYjMAGotI/AAAAAAAAACw/PZojPS8OshY/s320/snowman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151019066601153234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At last - something seasonal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/R3wYZ8AGosI/AAAAAAAAACo/7FWFsbCozIA/s1600-h/frenchman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/R3wYZ8AGosI/AAAAAAAAACo/7FWFsbCozIA/s320/frenchman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151018907687363266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every tree needs one of these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The moral of this story is to always let small children decorate the christmas tree.  For entertainment value alone, it's worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1956549479149315863-1970145279075368440?l=grokepark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grokepark.blogspot.com/feeds/1970145279075368440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1956549479149315863&amp;postID=1970145279075368440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1956549479149315863/posts/default/1970145279075368440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1956549479149315863/posts/default/1970145279075368440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grokepark.blogspot.com/2008/01/owly-christmas.html' title='An Owly Christmas'/><author><name>MoominMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522117782897133881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/Rx5fVFB0XQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ofMxVue6ups/s320/groke.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/R3wSSMAGopI/AAAAAAAAACQ/xnEfZGi-4jU/s72-c/tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1956549479149315863.post-5316897972800475792</id><published>2007-11-25T23:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:47:06.676Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigurumi'/><title type='text'>A man in the palm of my hand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/R0oBcSaj7fI/AAAAAAAAABo/lDEUCTkwTwk/s1600-h/palm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/R0oBcSaj7fI/AAAAAAAAABo/lDEUCTkwTwk/s320/palm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136919910460681714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just how I like 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one for the PTA.   His hat is "hinged", and if you tip it up he looks not unlike a pink and red egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were three of these little chaps, plus a Frenchman in a beret and several random animals.  Here are some of them in all their single crochet glory (ok, "glory" is pushing it a bit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/R0oBqCaj7gI/AAAAAAAAABw/2Pe0AtJdY-s/s1600-h/spice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/R0oBqCaj7gI/AAAAAAAAABw/2Pe0AtJdY-s/s320/spice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136920146683883010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Spice Boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/R0oC4yaj7jI/AAAAAAAAACI/pzBJKPDvUsQ/s1600-h/oct.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/R0oC4yaj7jI/AAAAAAAAACI/pzBJKPDvUsQ/s320/oct.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136921499598581298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Inspector Troy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/R0oCSyaj7iI/AAAAAAAAACA/94DVjxhiG1A/s1600-h/catandoct.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/R0oCSyaj7iI/AAAAAAAAACA/94DVjxhiG1A/s320/catandoct.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136920846763552290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This isn't supposed to happen.  Maggie appears to have arrested Inspector Troy.  Midsomer will never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/R0oByyaj7hI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZYsXIVL_Vfg/s1600-h/mumandbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/R0oByyaj7hI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZYsXIVL_Vfg/s320/mumandbaby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136920297007738386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Snorty and Snortlet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Snorty and Snortlet are from a pattern on &lt;a href="http://littlegreen.typepad.com/romansock/"&gt;Roman Sock&lt;/a&gt;.    'tis a very excellent piece of work.  The patterns are very clear and I recommend them very highly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1956549479149315863-5316897972800475792?l=grokepark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grokepark.blogspot.com/feeds/5316897972800475792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1956549479149315863&amp;postID=5316897972800475792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1956549479149315863/posts/default/5316897972800475792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1956549479149315863/posts/default/5316897972800475792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grokepark.blogspot.com/2007/11/man-in-palm-of-my-hand.html' title='A man in the palm of my hand.'/><author><name>MoominMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522117782897133881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/Rx5fVFB0XQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ofMxVue6ups/s320/groke.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/R0oBcSaj7fI/AAAAAAAAABo/lDEUCTkwTwk/s72-c/palm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1956549479149315863.post-1693818639472293178</id><published>2007-11-25T22:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:47:06.822Z</updated><title type='text'>Outrage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/R0n-WCaj7eI/AAAAAAAAABg/-mq8ibuPS8A/s1600-h/pubdisaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/R0n-WCaj7eI/AAAAAAAAABg/-mq8ibuPS8A/s320/pubdisaster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136916504551615970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture tells the story far better than I ever could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, normal service has now been resumed.  But the closure nearly resulted in pitchforks and flaming brands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness there are two pubs in the village.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1956549479149315863-1693818639472293178?l=grokepark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grokepark.blogspot.com/feeds/1693818639472293178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1956549479149315863&amp;postID=1693818639472293178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1956549479149315863/posts/default/1693818639472293178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1956549479149315863/posts/default/1693818639472293178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grokepark.blogspot.com/2007/11/outrage.html' title='Outrage'/><author><name>MoominMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522117782897133881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/Rx5fVFB0XQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ofMxVue6ups/s320/groke.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/R0n-WCaj7eI/AAAAAAAAABg/-mq8ibuPS8A/s72-c/pubdisaster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1956549479149315863.post-9011769094771250661</id><published>2007-11-04T23:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:47:08.058Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigurumi'/><title type='text'>My PTA Hell</title><content type='html'>Well, not really as it's quite enjoyable.  But it doesn't half make the hands ache.  Here is the latest progress, mainly in pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/Ry5c3H7jT0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/8Oaa6HR0-LU/s1600-h/herbbits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/Ry5c3H7jT0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/8Oaa6HR0-LU/s320/herbbits.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129139127712960322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a shy bear called "Herb".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/Ry5c3H7jT1I/AAAAAAAAABA/XOEbDQi6-Bk/s1600-h/herbintheheather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/Ry5c3H7jT1I/AAAAAAAAABA/XOEbDQi6-Bk/s320/herbintheheather.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129139127712960338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for all out debauchery, here's Kenneth the drunken cat and his partner in crime, Hortense the Hippo.  She's flat out and refusing to be photographed.  She was also an absolute bugger to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/Ry5diH7jT2I/AAAAAAAAABI/FmrW9eS7lI0/s1600-h/drunks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/Ry5diH7jT2I/AAAAAAAAABI/FmrW9eS7lI0/s320/drunks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129139866447335266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here she is before she fell in with a bad crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/Ry5gGn7jT4I/AAAAAAAAABY/niUc4NyW05A/s1600-h/hippo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/Ry5gGn7jT4I/AAAAAAAAABY/niUc4NyW05A/s320/hippo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129142692535816066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here, a limbless frog ponders the fate of his leg.  Garlic, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/Ry5d_H7jT3I/AAAAAAAAABQ/4iWKf2yY6H4/s1600-h/froggyleg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/Ry5d_H7jT3I/AAAAAAAAABQ/4iWKf2yY6H4/s320/froggyleg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129140364663541618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pattern for the frog came from Roman Sock, which is linked to this site if you wish to peruse more enviable patterns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1956549479149315863-9011769094771250661?l=grokepark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grokepark.blogspot.com/feeds/9011769094771250661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1956549479149315863&amp;postID=9011769094771250661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1956549479149315863/posts/default/9011769094771250661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1956549479149315863/posts/default/9011769094771250661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grokepark.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-pta-hell.html' title='My PTA Hell'/><author><name>MoominMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522117782897133881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/Rx5fVFB0XQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ofMxVue6ups/s320/groke.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/Ry5c3H7jT0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/8Oaa6HR0-LU/s72-c/herbbits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1956549479149315863.post-1049361179637897842</id><published>2007-11-04T23:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:47:08.452Z</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Envy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/Ry5bFH7jTxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ehagto1k0WA/s1600-h/halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/Ry5bFH7jTxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ehagto1k0WA/s320/halloween.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129137169207873298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our attempt to menace the neighbourhood with pumpkins on Halloween.  It's not bad, but on our perambulations this afternoon, on a rather pleasant autumn day of textbook quality, we found this outside the manor house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/Ry5cCH7jTzI/AAAAAAAAAAw/zKmtXhV9VR8/s1600-h/thisone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/Ry5cCH7jTzI/AAAAAAAAAAw/zKmtXhV9VR8/s320/thisone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129138217179893554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is superior in every way and I am absolutely devastated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1956549479149315863-1049361179637897842?l=grokepark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grokepark.blogspot.com/feeds/1049361179637897842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1956549479149315863&amp;postID=1049361179637897842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1956549479149315863/posts/default/1049361179637897842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1956549479149315863/posts/default/1049361179637897842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grokepark.blogspot.com/2007/11/pumpkin-envy.html' title='Pumpkin Envy'/><author><name>MoominMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522117782897133881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/Rx5fVFB0XQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ofMxVue6ups/s320/groke.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/Ry5bFH7jTxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ehagto1k0WA/s72-c/halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1956549479149315863.post-1708616544626242552</id><published>2007-11-02T00:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-02T00:16:23.221Z</updated><title type='text'>Ravelry almost achieved</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You signed up on October 18, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You are #45684 on the list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6791 people are ahead of you in line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6101 people are behind you in line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;68% of the list has been invited so far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the PTA effort has flagged this week, but the products have been larger than average, so this is a reasonable excuse.  A large cat, stitch intense hippo and random moss green and silver grey thing now have a full set of limbs.  The sewing and stuffing and stitching will take place this weekend.  This is always the hardest bit.  One eye too far to the right and that endearing bunny looks evil.  Or demented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of gardening to do this weekend as well.  Mulching and levelling the front garden, and despairing of the back.  There is debris everywhere.  One longs for the wealth to employ permanent staff at times like these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1956549479149315863-1708616544626242552?l=grokepark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grokepark.blogspot.com/feeds/1708616544626242552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1956549479149315863&amp;postID=1708616544626242552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1956549479149315863/posts/default/1708616544626242552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1956549479149315863/posts/default/1708616544626242552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grokepark.blogspot.com/2007/11/ravelry-almost-achieved.html' title='Ravelry almost achieved'/><author><name>MoominMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522117782897133881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/Rx5fVFB0XQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ofMxVue6ups/s320/groke.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1956549479149315863.post-3326700743563911323</id><published>2007-10-23T22:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T22:21:42.752+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Huge amounts of wool</title><content type='html'>There are headless bodies all over the kitchen table.  Several dismembered legs and some tails.  Three packets of eyes in a basket and several zillion balls of wool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much work has to be done by 21st November in time for the PTA to get their craft stall together in time for the christmas sale.  They have asked for several dozen treefrogs, some mice, cats and ladybirds.  Even worse, they are expecting the cats and mice to be co-ordinated.  What!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crochet - in this case the specific Japanese brand known as amigurumi - is quite a relaxing pastime when watching tv or when there's nothing better to do, but all of a sudden the pressure is on.  It's like a living computer game, as the woolly creatures have to be completed in secret otherwise they're seized on by the resident Groke Park child, who then refuses to relinquish them despite bribery and threats.  If I get them off him, I earn 234,000 points and advance one level.  If he keeps hold of them, he wins the Amulet of Yendor, learns the password and becomes a fourth level Paladin.   But this is not the only hazard - hiding the fabric fiends succcessfully is also a dark art, as the cats will hunt down any half finished animals they catch sight of and drag them mercilessly across the floor,  mewling in triumph.  Four cans of meaty chunks for every bunny chewed and extra stealth points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, the question on no lips whatsoever is  - of the amigurumi creatures about to be made, how many will reach the safe haven of the PTA pigeonhole?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay your bets, and tune in over the next month as the production line swings into action and watch indifferently as the story unfolds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be pictures, so be sure to wear diving goggles to protect your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Current status on Ravelry.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are #45684 on the list.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;12316 people are ahead of you in line.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2137 people are behind you in line.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;69% of the list has been invited so far&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1956549479149315863-3326700743563911323?l=grokepark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grokepark.blogspot.com/feeds/3326700743563911323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1956549479149315863&amp;postID=3326700743563911323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1956549479149315863/posts/default/3326700743563911323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1956549479149315863/posts/default/3326700743563911323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grokepark.blogspot.com/2007/10/huge-amounts-of-wool.html' title='Huge amounts of wool'/><author><name>MoominMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522117782897133881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qza-lNTVD0o/Rx5fVFB0XQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ofMxVue6ups/s320/groke.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
