And boy, ain't it great. I love it: balmy evenings, 20.00 sunsets, cider, the insect reawakening, and someone's radio playing in the background. Oh, and floaty dresses. Who could forget the floaty dresses? I own lots of nice 1950s prom dresses with floral prints, and also have my eye on these little beauties: http://www.lindybop.co.uk/all-dresses-c1/audrey-cutesy-pink-candy-stripe-50s-inspired-swing-dress-p1501 http://www.vivienofholloway.com/women-c70/dresses-c10/grace-victory-rose-cerise-p436 (being … Continue reading Spring has sprung!
There is a story by James Thurber I like very much. It is called "The Bear Who Let It Alone" and is about a bear who is a notorious drunk, comes home having been on the lash, knocks over the table and falls asleep on the floor. His wife, we are told, was greatly distressed … Continue reading Works if you work it
Christmas so far: Finished bro's pressie. Finished all my pressies, actually. Hooray! Ate turkey and enjoyed it (normally find it too dry). Christmas tree: And new niece!! Sadly, my sister is very ill and in hospital and I've looked after her eldest daughter. To my eternal credit though, I managed to stay with her all … Continue reading Much Ado About Stuffing
It happens, apparently, to 1 in 5 of us. It's certainly happened to me, a few times. When I was a teenager and no one understood me, I'd get the train and tube to Camden, where I'd buy green hair dye I was too chicken to use. My friends were all confident: they kissed people … Continue reading 1/5
It's shameful, I know. I'm well-educated with an international Classics degree, for goodness' sake! And I know I shouldn't, but I do. Yes, I am guilty of that most perverse pleasure: reading chick-lit. Godddd, I love it. I gobble up 'Shopaholic' books and Bridget Jones' diaries faster than you can say Tolstoy. Or Austen. Or … Continue reading Under the Duvet/On my Armchair
I have a sore throat, which has put paid to any practising of the cornet. When I realised it was too painful to even play a 'g', I realised I needed to do something else with my time. So, armed with my kobo and my iphone, I went to the toilet. Whilst there, I realised … Continue reading Going, going…
By the way, I have been featured as a guest blogger on http://www.diaryofanocd.wordpress.com. Find me here: http://diaryofanocd.wordpress.com/guest-blogging/maria-this-is-my-ocd-tell-me-yours/ My dad gave me a lift to work. "I'm sorry," I said, as I closed the door. "What for?" asked dad, doing driverly things. "I'm not sure. Being a bit late? Making you go ever so slightly out … Continue reading sorry