March 2012

Keep off the Groynes (27 March 2012)

First I boiled the hot water, poured it into a thermos flask then I popped a Rooibosh teabag into my purse. I made a salad and piled it into a plastic pot with a lid. Then I packed a canvas...

What a difference a day makes. (25 March 2012)

ON FRIDAY I WAS 62 Theclockswentforward8cupcakesweredevouredinthegarden ahugebunchoforangepeacocktulipsandwhitefresiasarrivedfromGodsGift ajugofdelicatepinktulipswereplacedundermynosebyB shealsoboughtmeanewspaperandpacketsofseeds whichAmyRyanmyexpertgardenerplantedasIsatinthedeckchairreadingtheIndependent fourcupcakesfromBwerepastelpinkAmyswerechocolate 3womenandtheirdaughtersplustheoosbindsungHappyBirthday iblewoutthecandlesinthewarmsunshine alotdifferentfromlastyearwhen23drunkenrevellerscelebratedinmyflatinLondon. AND THEN I WAS 63....

27 Balls (22 March 2012)

A pheasant walked round my garden today. Its long brown streaked black tail sticking out behind him. He walked sedately round the garden liked he owned it. The sun shining on his plumage, brown with green, purple and white markings....

Sweeney Good. (21 March 2012)

Imelda Staunton can do no wrong as Mrs Lovett in 'Sweeney Todd'. You may find the music abrasive and discordant, you may find some of the scenes brilliantly gruesome, you may have to sit behind tall people and crouch down...

Lá Fhéile Pádraig Shona duit - (17 March 2012)

The old gits got his new iPad so I can see him when he is away. My idea so that there are no excuses for not having a televised conversation with him once he's laid down his Greek and Spanish...

The Fashionistas Take The Train. (14 March 2012)

Travelling into London on the train with my husband and we discussed our individual wardobes. His shoes were bought, half price, from a shoe factory in Northampton. His socks were a Christmas present. His underpants came from a cheap store...

Dim Sum and some (12 March 2012)

Medication, Medication, Medication. When I saw my mum on Saturday she was still asleep in her chair. She was asleep over lunch, during lunch and still nodding off when we left. Gums, legs, tongue and hand, not a game played...

R.I.C.E. ( 9 March 2012)

Now as hotels go the five star GRANGE TOWER HILL does not get a rosette from me. I knew there would be a less than sensational meal when, having parked the car in the square behind the hotel, I saw...

101 International Womens Days ( 8 March 2012)

I sat on my own foot whilst throwing away envelopes full of defunct accounting from 20 odd years ago. Found letters to me and him from the kid when she was tiny. Telling us how much she loved us, me,...

Cringing in the Rain. ( 7 March 2012)

Last night I went to Somerset House to see a documentary film made by the Fully Focused community. We were all given a postcard on which was writ: 4 months of filming, 60 interviews across the UK, 200 hours of...

Alamo Day ( 6 March 2012)

It's only Alamo Day if you live in Texas so don't worry about it. Just because the Concise Oxford Dictionary says that I am a 'withered old woman' if I call myself a crone doesn't make me one. I'm taking...

Cronealogically speaking: March 3rd ( 4 March 2012)

Cronealogically speaking I should know better. When you get to my age -over the hill, under the weather and round the bend - events should be taken in ones arthritic stride. As an old crone - the definition of which...

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