November 2009

birthday bagels (28 November 2009)

The cottage is gleaming due to my new treasure Caro. I haven't seen it yet, and I won't until next weekend. My garden is overgrown owing to the fact that Anna has swine flu. We wish her well. My left...

Aunty Becky's whapsidoodles. (28 November 2009)

The cottage is gleaming due to my new treasure Caro. I haven't seen it yet, and I won't until next weekend. My garden is overgrown owing to the fact that Anna has swine flu. We wish her well. My left...

chins up (26 November 2009)

When a theatre show and film are so bad you have to leave in the middle the only way to recover is to watch Gino de Campo on 'Celebrity' . It's not normally my drug of choice but Gino and...

Back to the grindstone (24 November 2009)

Its been tricky getting back into the swing of work. Yesterdays show was clunky and a bit doddery. Today I was up at 6.30. I meditated, with difficulty, stilling my mind was an effort. Then I put my OHI exercise...

Green oaPeas. (20 November 2009)

This week has felt nearly restful. Being in my own home means I can see the cobwebs, weeds and unashamed mess around the edges. Having said that I have been to the beautician, the osteopath and Brighton. The journey from...

IN DOLL GENTS (17 November 2009)

11.30 - 12.30 saw me writing you a very funny blog when the machine massacred it. I'm meant to be on holiday so I shouldn't let it annoy me but it has so, rather than spend another full hour trying...

night night wear (12 November 2009)

It's nightdress weather. Jim's at The Young Vic. I am in the sitting room wearing a victorian nightdress. I need to write but my eyes are as heavy as a sack of coal. The corner deli in Battersea Square sells...

An Education (11 November 2009)

By 9.30 'RISK IT FOR A BISCUIT' was finished. Goody and I hugged and off she went to visit her fiancee in Carshalton Hospital. I walked by the river, the sun warm the sky blue the air cold. Thought about...

The Ugly's (10 November 2009)

Twelve hour days are not good for a girl. I arrived home, my bag strapped to my chest, my coat gaping open, telephone in left hand, keys in the right and a head full of toxic thoughts. The flat is...

Me and Mr. Caine. ( 9 November 2009)

This morning was cold. The grass, at the cottage, was covered in dewy frost. Jim drove me to the station. I thought we were going to miss the train in the event Jim drove back home and I was left...

Sleepless in Sussex ( 8 November 2009)

B has just cooked us roast chicken, roast potatoes, roasted butter-nut squash, roasted red onion with thyme, peas. broccoli and onion gravy. We await for a belly space before eating some Banoffi pie. Jim supplied a deep, rich red wine...

Uncle Vanya ( 6 November 2009)

Just got in from 'The Young Vic' where the old man is in a workshop production of 'Uncle Vanya.' Interesting. The cast are strong. A dreadful moment when one of the actors had to cook macaroni cheese in an onstage...

Curry Up its bed time. ( 3 November 2009)

She's gone. The lodger has gone. The girl who locked herself in my spare room has finally gone. The funny little thing that made my life so difficult has taken her strange smell with her and gone. Some people rub...

London Sunday ( 1 November 2009)

There are so many leaves around that I await the train cancellations. Sunday in London consisted of up late and a shower. A long, hot shower which went cold in the middle because Jim put the tap on in the...

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