This past year, the Bride has been busy crocheting blankets for family members. At first we though of this as a really little old lady thing, then realized our stupidy and prejudice, and she went ahead with the project. My Mum spent her last weeks under one, our eldest has taken one to university where the residence is cool at night, our youngest cozies up under hers and shows it off to friends (!), my brother who's always cold now has something of a remedy, and soon a cancer patient friend will have one. (There's another on our own bed, made of odds and ends of wool.)

I used to love getting spontaneous gifts of art from my kids when they were small. Our home and workplaces were decorated with them all the time. I miss that a lot.

But when there's nothing else to give, give your heart, however you may.

Peace, Mooh.