Dear gosh. Thank you, dear reader, for not forgetting all about me. Life has been so busy with the move and various peaky days and then Easter and then my new book coming out. I have hardly had a moment to write here. This week, however, things are looking quieter. Only three interviews (!) and all my uni assessments are done (for now!) So let’s get on with it and talk … podcasts! (I accidentally wrote podcat there at first…
A little note for people who are enduring a rough patch: The advice. Land sakes. It will roll in like some freakishly giant wave, with you a tiny person clinging to a life preserver, ill equipped for the conversation that lies ahead and even more ill equipped for the sneaky whiplash this chat will give you. When someone is in trouble, people get distressed and they want to help. It’s brilliant. What’s not brilliant is that difficult life situations are…
Hello pals, Perhaps it’s time to catch our breath and take stock of where we are at right this minute? I think so. Here I go ..! Taking Stock Making: the most of the sunny Autumn days … such a perfect time of year! Cooking: cheesy toast PLUS the delicious tomato jam from Stephanie’s Seasons (with my mum!) and lots of other things for my fam. Getting: Ready for my new book to come out! Sipping: white wine/Bitter Lemon spritzes…
If you joined our book club you most likely have started reading Cider With Rosie (with me!) I have to admit I’m reading slowly. There is a LOT going on in world at the moment. I’ve started a new study term and I’m about to start a new part-time contact job and I’m doing all sorts of things to get my new digs and garden just the way I like it. Perhaps your life is a bit of a jumble…
Maybe you might like to be part of a book club with me? And we could read Cider With Rosie which I’ve JUST started reading it for the first time! Cider With Rosie is a memoir by the late Laurie Lee and appears to be very, very beautifully written. It details Lee’s childhood in the very pretty English Cotswolds region. You can see the house he lived in with his mother and six siblings here. Apparently it was bought and then…
Where I live, people wake up and start burning things. Plumes of smoke emerge from the trees and smudge the landscape making everything a bit ‘froggy’ according to my four-year-old housemate. We’re in a small country town and burning things is considered just fine with no thoughts of the neighbour’s washing nor the neighbours’ lungs (nor the ozone layer) crossing the no-nonsense fire-starters’ minds. A total fire ban is the only thing that stops the burn. When I wake in…