Just a quick note to let you know that your youngest great grandchild sleeps with the knitted bell cat you made yonks ago. I can’t remember if this one was for me or for Brendan. I know we both had one. Either way this pretty pink and blue one survives and continues to be loved. I don’t know what it was named when we were kids, M. re-named him(?) Tinkle this morning. Lovely. The little bells in his arms and legs still ring when he moves. Such a soft and sweet sound.
I think about you knitting in your arm chair at Kirrawee. I have foggy memories of your project basket full of yarn, an assortment of needles and clippings from magazines. Nan you’d be beside yourself if you could see all the patterns and inspiration online. I wonder what you’d make of it all. You died along with the 5” floppy disc.
Anyway – best be off. My beautiful baby boy will be awake soon and I best take a shower. Dave dropped the kids at school for me this morning so I could have a bit of a lie in.
Oh Nan! You’d love all my mob.
Miss you and think of you most days.
PS – your love lives on through the things that you made.