So less than a week into the summer holidays and school seems months ago… how lovely is that? The big boys are on the other side of the world having a blast and playing hockey and having a blast playing hockey so Mr M and I grabbed No 3 and planned a few days in …
Paris (by Charles Bukowski) never even in calmer times have I ever dreamed of bicycling through that city wearing a beret and Camus always pisse d me off.
I love slow, early (not too early), morning walks. It’s not too hot, the air smells clean and fresh… coffee in one hand and dog lead in the other. This morning I swapped the coffee for my camera, we’re going to Paris this week and I need to reacquaint myself with it… iPhones cameras are …
Like Water to Chocolate (Laura Esquivel) First things first… don’t you hate when they publish book with a movie tie-in cover? I do. Normally I wouldn’t buy a book like in that edition, but I had always wanted to read this one and I knew that if I let it pass me …
Am I the only one who reaches the last week of school completely frazzled and confused? ‘My daily life is an endless round of washing clothes for various ‘sports days’ and ‘activity days’ which require ‘old clothes’ or clothes that can get wet or covered in paint or ruined (why??)… then there’s …
I’m hiding in my kitchen behind this screen because the house is overrun by people and I literally don’t know what to do with myself. There are three chaps sorting out the wifi. THREE. There is one technician servicing the alarm system. Three of them would like a white coffee with two sugars, one of …
The bloody chamber by Angela Carter. One of the best thing to come out of this 48 years of books experiment has been the discovery of new writers thanks to a bit of gambling on my behalf and people’s recommendations. It goes without saying that occasionally this approach can backfire. Case in point my latest …
… back to normal posting… last week was bonkers… This world (by Mary Oliver) I would like to write a poem about the world that has in it nothing fancy. But it seems impossible. Whatever the subject, the morning sun glimmers it. The tulip feels the heat and flaps its petals open and becomes a …
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