When I looked back over this blog, I could sense that it was only a matter of time before I moved on to raindrops on roses, bright copper kettles etc. Not that there is anything intrinsically wrong with that, but there is a subversive attraction to being a little more "local girl" than "yarnstorm". I'm afraid I can't manage either today. I have yet another - worse - cold. and all I want is a hot toddy and a good night's sleep. This is the nearest I am going to get to whiskers on kittens - worn out but much loved.