My husband is a good sort and does his best to do the right thing. We went away for the weekend and I stayed on an extra few days. I gave him a bag of washing to take home, not expecting him to wash it.Arriving back, I noticed the radiators were full of washing, even… Continue reading A Good Man, Really!
By Karen J MossmanIn an issue of Writing New, Lizzie Enfield wrote under Writing Exercises, 'What's In A Name.' So this got me thinking about my own. Years ago I asked my parents why they chose my name for me and was told that Kathleen, my mother's name in Danish is Karen and Karen in… Continue reading Names are Important
I was watching a television programme called First Dates and it was based in a restaurant exclusively for people meeting for the first time. It was interesting and enlightening to eavesdrop on conversations. It made me think about blind dates on the whole, and there are two other programmes on the television that set people… Continue reading Blind Dates
By Karen J Mossman Back in in 2002 my dad was very poorly with septicaemia and was in the High Dependency Unit at Salford Royal Hospital near Manchester. I was going to visit him one day and they had glass windowed lift which only went up one floor. As I was walking toward the entrance, I could… Continue reading Ordered out of a Lift
My neighbour was having some windows fitted and my husband spoke to them about replacing some glass for us. I came out to walk the dog and there was one of my cups on the bin. I couldn't understand why it was there as neither me or my husband would have made their workman a… Continue reading My Cup of Tea or Yours
by Karen J Mossman In 2015 I was involved in an ill fated Round Robin. This is where a group of cross stitchers get together, choose a theme, and stitch one square each. They then pass it (post it) to the next person to stitch and eventually it arrives back with the original owner. My… Continue reading Lost Dogs
When I was two years old, my mum fostered two boys called Norman and Paul Rhodes, When Dad got a job in the Manchester police force, we had to leave them behind with my grandparents. This is them in the gardens of the house called Woodcoate, in Oswestry, Shropshire. They were beautiful blonde haired boys… Continue reading Foster Children
When my son lived at home, he was extremely forgetful. Even today, he suffers with remembering things. I found this entry in an old diary and it me wonder if he had a hole at the side of his head where sense falls out. On Saturday morning I asked Ian to put a small table… Continue reading I Despair!
By Karen J Mossman We all love a good wedding and I like to give the bride and groom something different for their special day. Back in 2002 one of the popular crossing stitching magazines produced a wedding sampler. It was simple, but effective and I loved the colours. As a result, I've stitched it… Continue reading Don’t You Love A Wedding!
I don't really know whether I believe in ghosts. I've never had an encounter, nor do I want one. I'm open-minded and believe that others have seen them and they believe. The one thing I do know is that I love to write about them. With this book, I had such great fun because I… Continue reading Pictures telling Stories, The Ghost on the Stairs