Today I told ant about the birth of Mr Blog, who by the way I've decided to call
Bazil. When I introduced him to old Bazzie, he looked at the title and decided that it was quite evident I'd named it Rootless Tree because a tree with no roots obviously doesn't grow, and in his eyes I haven't grown for many years either! Being 5ft 1 I laughed and thought he actually had a quite a valid point! He's probably right, some subconscious linking going on in the little grey cells sumwhere! I probably have some hidden psychological complex of being small! Now that I mention it I remember one christmas a couple of mates were plotting to buy me a bag of miracle grow! Ha! If only they had,just think I could be 6 foot, green and with leaves! Sigh...the regrets.

It's getting colder and so the scarf has been permanantely coiled round my neck, and this morning when I rummaged through the cupboards, I believed it was definitely time for Mr Froggit socks to make their annual appearance to keep the old plod-hoppers all toastie! In my failure to find a picture of the fluffy fleecy frogs, I found instead a cute picture of a sock puppet purely as we're on the subject of socks. Underneath it had the caption "Sock puppets have feelings too! Muchos Fun! The Highlight of my day....says a lot really doesn't it?!!!