Writing to me, is simply thinking through your fingers ~ Isaac Isamov
The Small One sat down one day and drew lots of boxes on a piece of paper: Me:”What’s that darling?” TSO: “a Good Day Chart Mummy” Me: “So how does that work then?” TSO: “At the end of the day you put a tick in the box if it’s been a good day, and a…
In 2004 I ordered a CD from Amazon, and was sent the wrong one, but as it’s music (AND free), there clearly would have been something wrong with me had I not listened to it. Love it. ‘The way we are’ is the album, by a sort of grungey/alt rock duo called ‘Fleming and John’,…
Love really is responsible for some pretty cool things. Pictured is Wilder’s Folly, or ‘Pigeon Tower’ as it’s also known locally (which is far too utilitarian a name in my view, given its romantic intentions), and was built by Rev Henry Wilder when he fell in love with Joan Thoyts, a local girl from Sulhamstead….
Except the watershed for my ‘reveal all’ seems to happen at roughly 11pm. For some reason, this is when my brain ponders the wonders of the universe, and I end up having my most deep and meaningful conversations. It’s something to do with night and the dark, which I think almost gives you the cover…
I have never really ‘got’ food’. As in, I do like eating, and everyone needs to eat, but I have never really been one to paw studiously through recipe books; and my definition of meal planning is to look in the fridge, see what’s most withered, and concoct a questionably edible creation around it. Until…
A return to blog titles. Today, when I had 5 mins off, I watched this TED talk given by Elizabeth Gilbert, the author of ‘Eat, Pray, Love. She describes writing as being her home, something she returns to when everything else is a bit haywire – her grounding. She doesn’t care if her books flop,…