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…
Time stands still best in moments that look suspiciously like ordinary life… Have a lovely long weekend. We’re taking it easy… I’m flying to Italy to retrieve No 3 from the spoiling arms of his grandparents, Mr M is flying solo with the other two (… interesting times ahead…).
… you know what the say about buses… you wait for one for ages and then two show up at the same time? Well I can confirm it is also true about weekends away with your husband. Two weeks after the last one we found ourselves once again on a train speeding towards the capital […]
The weather has been incredible this weekend… The Sun (by Mary Oliver) Have you ever seen anything in your life more wonderful than the way the sun, every evening, relaxed and easy, floats toward the horizon and into the clouds or the hills, or the rumpled sea, and is gone– and how it slides […]