The art of ing – we’re all at it! Continue reading
It’s been quite a dreary wet winter so far. The other day, driving in the drizzle, I laughed Continue reading
The other day I was bustling around gathering myself up ready to leave the house for a meeting – notebook, pen, diary, keys, map, letters for the post, dosh, spare scarf… and then I heard myself say out loud ‘Now all you need is your brains – and your lipstick’.
I prepared a suitcase full of pattern and colour to take with me to Mexico. Coals to Newcastle you might think. Continue reading
There were no buses coming our way; as I stood chatting with a hopeful co-passenger an extraordinary procession approached from the other side. Up the hill came six plumed white horses pulling a white glass-sided carriage.
Unusually for me I’ve fallen in love with a pair of boots! Continue reading
By 8.30 most mornings my neighbour and I have completed our taichi practice. When it’s dry enough we creak about on the little patch of grass outside her house. Continue reading