So… you might be expecting this post to be about a wonderful jumper/sweater (you pick) designed by a lovely lady and knitted by yours truly with truly wonderful yarn… but no. I’m too traumatised. This whole taking picture of yourself thing? Much harder than you think. Take it from me. I’m in the house alone so …
… this one took a while… I really enjoyed it, loved it even for like 75% of the time, (non sequitur: it took me about 43 seconds to find the % key… sigh) for the other 25% of the time I could have thrown it out of the window. On the Penguin’s website the summary …
I feel like I need to begin this post with a picture of bluebells spotted on my walk last Saturday because everybody is posting about bluebells and I hate feeling left out. There, you’ve seen them, now let’s move on because if there is one thing I hate more than feeling left out is following …
I know my soul (by Claude McKay) I plucked my soul out of its secret place, And held it to the mirror of my eye, To see it like a star against the sky, A twitching body quivering in space, A spark of passion shining on my face. And I explored it to determine why …
… No 1 man-child needed to be picked up at the end of his DoE practice expedition… from the hills of Shropshire today (which incidentally is not so ’round the corner’ from here…), so my sister and I decided to grab a sandwich and ‘go for a walk’. We had leftover tiramisu in a tupperware and …
How ‘mamma’ makes it. 500gr of mascarpone (or 250gr mascarpone and 250gr ricotta, for a lighter version) 5 eggs 5 tbs of sugar (I use caster sugar) cocoa powder 4/5 cups of coffee (with milk) Whisk the egg whites till you ‘cut them with a knife’… In another bowl mix the yolks and the …
… and then the weather changes… and it’s time to come home…
Boxing day Italian style (posted today because the wifi at my mother’s house was terrible!) Mum and I spent the afternoon in the medieval village of Spello, in Umbria. Magical place.
THIS is what I call an Easter egg. and let’s face it… if you’re eleven… would you want anything else? Just when you think that all this goodness would be a spoiling experience, the ruin of every Italian child… there’s always the sobering reality of the awful surprises contained in each egg. Seriously bad. No …
Planes, trains and automobiles…
while you're ahead... 