My name is Fee and I'm addicted to making doilies....

If there was a crochet doily addict support group I'd be in it! Or maybe the fact I'm making so many doilies keeps me from the support group I'd be in otherwise....

(they don't give knitting and crochet to psychiatric patients for nothing!!)








 
So, apart from travels here's what's been going on around here. Obviously lots of doilies. In theory I'm making a table runner - but only so I can justify making loads. 

I am drawn to the most complicated patterns - not sure why. I do love the outcome but its the doing that's the real attraction.

I also love the blocking. Weird, I know.

Of course I don't spend all my spare time making doilies....

 occasionally I go wild and make a scarf!!

This one was requested by Cleggy

A poncho...

 another scarf for me...

 and a little scarf for niece Mabel...

Don't call Childline - Wilf's home cut fringe has grown out now.....

When I eventually got round to taking the snowflakes down 

the mantle tree got Valentined up

as did the front door

  we got one last fire in before the weather finally cheered up

 As Spring approached the door then got the crochet flower treatment

 

 (but I couldn't put the hearts away - 

so they are staying in the hall!)

In other makes I've decided pretty much every piece of clothing

I own needs a heart on it.  More photos to follow!

 My little sister and her gorgeous family finally moved house - and are now back in the same town as us. 

Yipeeee!

We LO♥E having them so close again. I made a little minding using a ceramic house from 

 The Little Red Door

I hadn't even got round to introducing our beautiful new ladies - unfortunately one of the local foxes managed to get in the chicken area a couple of weeks ago and killed all eight girls. We were gutted - especially as he did that annoying foxy thing of killing all of them but only taking one. It was the smallest too - a mere snack.

We'd had a couple of the Orpingtons for over 5 years and hatched them from eggs so were very fond of them. On the plus side it was ME who discovered the carnage - if it had been The Granny I'm not sure she would have recovered!!

BUT

We also know that they are only chickens. It's important to keep it in perspective.

On a happier note we caught up with my oldest pal (of over 30 years) and her family - including her MASSIVE dogs. The boys LOVED them. I too like a dog but I have to admit to finding these beasts a teeny bit scary!

This dog could fit my whole head in his mouth....

 (they are Newfoundlands - the biggest one was a stud! now retired)

Work wise it's been a busy few months - but all ABC Does type work - Cleggy's business.

He's SOoooooo busy these days that I made the (sad) decision to close my notonthehighstreet.com shop and work with him full time.

I know it's the right decision - but I still had a little cry. I'm hoping to get back in the workshop later in the year to make some commissions but for now the crochet is my creative outlet!

And I love working with Cleggy - especially when we can sneak off to a cafe for our business catch up!!

 Apart from spending lots more time together we also get some cheeky nights away. Cleggy's conferences are sometimes in lovely places - most recently Winchester.

 We'd never been before - what a beautiful place.

We stayed in Hotel Du Vin - also lovely.

 We held the conference at The Guildhall. 

Steeped in history and very atmospheric.

The King Charles Hall

I love this photo - from a teeny Flybe plane

One of my other jobs for Cleggy is managing the 

'Granny's Teeth' project. 

When our favourite old lady died last year we were given the job of clearing out her little bungalow - and when we found this (pristine) spare set of teeth we knew we'd find a good use for them.

(I was thinking leave them under The Teen's pillow)

Cleggy decided that they would be really useful in all sorts of education settings as a prompt for talk and writing so set up a separate page on his blog, now known as

'Granny's Teeth on Tour'

The teeth are now traveling all over the country (and further afield) inspiring children and adults alike.

Lots (and lots) of settings have requested a visit - schools, playgroups, and nurseries as well as Bloomsbury (Cleggy's publisher) TTS (education resources) and others. They are currently in a forces school in Germany, after which they are going to the Welsh Education Department!

Once a setting has had them they send Cleggy some words and photos to share on his blog - sharing ideas.

It's been really interesting and good fun. So far they have belonged to The Joker (who came into a school in Salford to retrieve his teeth!) and Gangster Granny and have inspired posters, police reports, stories, and loads more.

 If you work with little people (anywhere in the world) do get in touch (details on Cleggy's blog here) and get on the list.

Our Great Granny had a wicked sense of humour - and we know that she'll be looking down on us and having a good old laugh.

Fee x

Borneo part 3 - Kuala Belait

The last bit of our Borneo adventure was a huge contrast to the first week and somewhat bizarre - a trip to Kuala Belait. Cleggy was working in a forces school for a few days (the reason for our adventure) so the boys and I had some time on our own.

I am a demon holiday researcher and can usually eeek out an activity or a sight to see most everywhere we go...

but I really struggled here.

When tripadvisor tells you that a teapot in the middle of a roundabout is one of the top three things to see you know it's going to be hard going!

(To be fair it lights up at night!!!)

Equally when your hotel has carp and turtles in the reception area you know it's going to be a bit weird...and it was!

Because (research had shown!) that restaurant opportunities in the town were also limited we booked a suite which was (in theory) a self contained apartment, intending to self cater. And it did indeed have a kitchen - but the cupboards were bare. Not a pan (or anything else) to be seen. It did however have a camping fridge and some magic cheese flakes. Good-oh.

It had some slow wifi...if you sat in the hall....

What it lacked in amenities it made up for in views. To the front we had a panorama of the town and the sea beyond

 And with all kinds of tropical weather and light 

the colours were ever changing

 And to the back a wonderful view of the river Belait 

(Kuala means mouth of the river) with the rain forest behind

Beautiful sunsets

 and boats galore - my favourite!

 We started the first couple of days sampling breakfast in the hotel. I would go as far as to say it was the worst I have ever had.

(there was a hot option - but completely unidentifiable. 

Even after eating!)

What it lacked in finesse it also made up for in view

My favourite colour combo...

 By day 3 even the boys were turning breakfast down 

(and they really aren't fussy) 

so The Teen went to the local bakery for some extra sweet treats.

 The Bruneians have a VERY sweet tooth - even that pizza was on some sort of sweet brioche!

The town of Kuala Belait is basically an oil town (the teapot was sponsored by Shell) a couple of hours South of Brunei's capital. The main shopping street (Jalan Pretty) had enough cheap tat to keep the boys happy and enough photo opportunities to keep me busy.

It also had a lovely little cafe called Marilyn - which was our saving grace. We ended up going for breakfast and lunch most days

some of the best American pancakes I've had outside America!

 The staff were all lovely and made us very welcome 

(everyone in KB was friendly!)

NOT the best 'American Breakfast' I've ever had!! 

Beans on lettuce? It'll never catch on...

One of the nicest things about our stay in KB was meeting the teachers at the Hornbill School and their families. After Cleggy finished his training on the last day we all went for a visit. The school caters for the children of men and women in the forces stationed there - mainly Nepalese children.

This is the school council area

 Kenzie and GB having a little bit too much fun in the home corner!!

 a gong instead of a school bell!

 I would like this building in my garden:

We also visited the base shop - which was teeny...

but where you could buy anything!

The lights had gone out (apparently a common occurrence) but everyone continued to shop in the dark. 

Just adding to the surreal experience...

The high up counter was brimming with condom brands from the 70's, with names like STUD!!

and it seemed to run on an old fashioned chit basis!

Cleggy, shopping by the light of his phone

Back at the school we had a treat - some locally made momos. Incidentally by this time in the trip my thighs now have the texture of a momo!!

We were very well looked after - two of the team hosted us at their homes - and it was great to see what it's like to work in a British school on the other side of the world.
Unfortunately we weren't expecting such invitations so I had to dig deep to find 'thank you' gifts to take (especially since you can't buy wine!)

Here's where my crochet came in handy - I managed to make a jar cosy and a string of hearts. I only wish I'd had something other than teeny tiny doily thread!!

A lovely night hosted by a Nepalese teacher, Aparna

 Shortly after this photo GB got a fish bone stuck in his throat. After some panicking and tears (from Geordie) Aparna produced a magic potion (I THINK it was lemon and honey!!) which solved the problem. At which point an exhausted Geordie fell asleep.

The Deputy Head of the school (who had arranged the visit) kindly got a pass for the boys and I to use the local health club. Which doubled the amount of activities available!!

Unfortunately the club was in the next town - but we were told we could 'just get on a purple bus'.

So, feeling bold, we did!

 The boys had fun in the pool and I managed a little time to work on that cobweb scarf I've been making for about a year.

Not sure I'll ever finish it, never mind wear it!!

What I hadn't thought about was how to get home. 

I presumed a purple bus would come back the other way but when I asked everyone at the club I got a blank look (pretty much everyone here drives, which is why the public transport is so limited).

The couple of people who did acknowledge the notion of a bus told me they came by 'now and again'.

I had begun to fear that meant every other day!

SO.

I found myself with my precious boys, at something possibly resembling a bus stop, with little money, no phone signal and one small bottle of water between us.

If a bus hadn't appeared I'm not actually sure what I would have done.

(gone back to the club and cried, presumably)

But eventually a bus came - and we somehow managed to get off at the right stop and find the hotel!

On our last night in Borneo (or so we thought!) 

we had a drink at The Officers Mess. 

I have no experience of this kind of thing - and it's just as I would imagine an Officers Mess in Borneo to be. Steeped in history and decorated with elephant tusks and tiger skins from days of yore.

Most interesting were the solid silver goblets - all inscribed with the name of a soldier who has fought for the regiment. 

Mine (filled with Pimms) belongd to a Gurkha from 1907.

 

 The mess was on the beach - where we stayed to watch the sunset one last time.

I'd always wondered why the country hadn't capitalised on their beaches - hundreds of miles of yellow sand, warm water of the South China Seas, a constant temperature of about 30°....

Obviously the oil means there's no need to attract the tourist - but when I saw the signs for killer jellyfish and heard tales of salt water crocodiles you couldn't get me off the beach quickly enough!!

 

The boys had a last play in the warm golden light

(whilst I kept my eyes peeled for crocs!!)

 The Teen decided he liked a camera (bout time!!)

I got my final Borneo selfie

And we almost got a decent family photo!

And the sun set

The following day we made our way back to the big city 

ready to fly home.

Our flight wasn't until 9pm but we had to check out the weird hotel by 11 so after the drive we ended up having about 5 hours to wait. 

Until we discovered the plane was delayed until 3am.

The ground staff arranged for all the passengers to travel to a 'nearby' (not) hotel 

where one poor man checked in all 250 of us!

It took him some time. 

It was the strangest place - it looked like it had been opened especially for us (maybe it had) 

We had a very bizarre meal, followed by a snooze, in rooms that smelt horrible and had (lots of) cockroaches!!

Yipppee.

When we got back to the airport it was heavily populated by people in purple! There were some brilliant photo opportunities but I just couldn't get close enough!!

(by this point I'd started to think I might be hallucinating!!)

When we eventually got on a plane it turned out they had a new Ferrari stuck in the hold (WTF?)

so we sat on the plane for an extra 2 hours as they tried to remove it.

All in all the journey took about 39 hours.

It was GRIM!!

(especially since I can't sleep on a plane, or in a room with cockroaches)

This is Dubai from the plane (our stop over destination) shrouded in fog (which was why our flight was delayed in the first place)

 
It was like another planet

Thank goodness for beautiful blues from the windows

Borneo was a wonderful adventure and I feel very blessed to have been there. Malaysia is now up there as one of my 

favourite places in the world.

Alongside Devon, which is where we're heading next!!

Fee x

This collage at the new Airport in Brunei is made out of tiny bits of paper - beautiful!