Squidge's Scribbles

 In just the last week, I've seen pictures of two things that could have come straight from Tilda's world.  The first is this amazin...

When you read the next line, imagine you're playing a trumpet. Pom-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-paaaar! Delighted to let you know that I have publicat...

 I don't usually post book reviews on the Scribbles, cos I never feel I'm very good at them. I do post over on Goodreads, but my rev...

I've realised that I'm perhaps a rare breed - I'm a social writer.  That doesn't mean I like to write in a roomful of people...

 2020. The year no-one expected. The year where the only certainty was uncertainty.  We've been fortunate, Chez Squidge. Of course life ...

 I knitted a lot of socks in the early days of the lockdown. It was the only thing keeping me busy when my brain felt like it was in turmoil...

 Mr Squidge and I were hard at work the other week, replacing the fence in part of our garden.  The fence was put up about seventeen, eighte...