Yesterday I went to the cinema with my sister in law. During the day! Why is it that going to the cinema at lunchtime feels so… naughty? I mean… we only went to see Beauty and the Beast after all! What a sweet sweet movie.  (… although… Dan Stevens at the end looks so… unmanly in human …

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My daily walks with Lilli the ferocious beast are a slow affair. She sniffs everything.  I remember specifically asking for a female dog because I didn’t want one that stopped at every lamppost, if you know what I mean… and karma rewarded me with one that has to smell every blade of grass, every gate …

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Yesterday was mother’s day here in the UK and this poem seem rather fitting to the occasion. I love watching my children… when they were little I wasted days simply ‘watching them’… marvelling at the fact that they didn’t exist until I made them… do you know what I mean?  They always seemed like a miracle. …

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Last night was football night… and football night is also known as sewing nights around here.   Husband on sofa watching aforementioned football and me in my room downstairs sewing. Everybody’s happy. I had all intention of practicing my ‘walking foot mad skillz’ but when looking for a large scrap of fabric to work with …

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Have you ever read ‘The name of the rose’?  or you might have seen the movie with Sean Connery… “Stat rosa pristina nomine”… Same author.  Umberto Eco, in English the title is “The mysterious Flame of Queen Loana”.  I read it Italian because well, that’s the book I had and also it’s good to keep …

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Allow me a little moan. A couple of Saturdays ago I managed to get into this ‘talk/small tour’ behind the scene at the Wilson Museum here in Cheltenham.  The subject?  vintage quilts from their archives. How fab! (side note I got in on a ‘senior’ tickets that somebody returned…. nobody queried it… slightly depressing) Anyway, …

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A walk (Rainer Maria Rilke) My eyes already touch the sunny hill. going far ahead of the road I have begun. So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp; it has inner light, even from a distance- and charges us, even if we do not reach it, into something else, which, hardly sensing it, we …

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