A couple of weeks ago I passed a ‘shop-and-save’ voucher to the woman behind me at the supermarket checkout. I hadn’t reached the minimum spend required to use it and she had a full trolley. The gesture cost me nothing and took 20 Euros off her bill. That felt great. In the supermarket this morning, … Continue reading People Are Nice.
I was halfway through this last time we spoke. I watched The Good Wife on Friday night and noticed that Alicia was watching Gregory Peck in the movie. Sales figures for the book have rocketed by 6,600 % since February. I guess I’m not alone then. I have a bad habit of reading too quickly, … Continue reading To Kill A Mockingbird. Harper Lee.
I’m not entirely open with you here. It simply wouldn’t do to spill all the beans. Sultanabun is my brave, confident (read foolhardy) and competent alter ego who doesn’t worry too much about what people think. Sultanabun doesn’t burn the arse out of her best saucepan by allowing herself to be distracted by Instagram. Sultanabun doesn’t … Continue reading And at Christmas You Tell the Truth…
I think I said too much. There was a long, very long, time in my life when I said basically nothing. I held it all inside. I was the very epitome of ‘bottled up’. And then I started writing and it was like all sorts of fizzy stuff rose to the top and spluttered out … Continue reading Talking About Food.
New Girl. That Tracy Chevalier book, New Boy, did that thing that good books, the best books, sometimes do. It shook one of my boxes until the clasp opened and old aches leaked out. I didn’t manage to write the review I wanted to write because I was avoiding it. Too busy stuffing it all … Continue reading New Girl.
Win the top five books on your Christmas wishlist. Not my top five or anyone else’s top five. Just dream up the five books you would most like to land in your postbox this Christmas and they could be yours. It sounds too good to be true but such is the happy news that I … Continue reading WIN the Top Five Books on YOUR Christmas Wishlist.
There I was, stood in the middle of the Ballymaloe Shop (which was heaving with shoppers due to the Ballymaloe Craft Fair), amidst the melee of those fools optimistic enough to think they might get a seat in the Café at the End of the Shop (yes, that is what it’s called), with my head … Continue reading Am I Sultanabun?
Hold your breath. Make a wish. Count to three. Ballymaloe was pure joy. I suppose that place, for me, holds something of the wonder of Wonka’s factory. I didn’t spy any Oompa Loompas but the chocolate tart was extraordinary and I suspect we may, Augustus Gloop style, have cost them a fortune in fudge. Ballymaloe … Continue reading If You Want To View Paradise…
I’ve just looked up the definition of going like the clappers and found the phrase was first used by RAF pilots in WW2 and is defined as : To go very fast, in a vigorous manner. There was no illustration but I suggest they could use a photograph of me. I can’t recall a time … Continue reading Custom Splashback.
Yesterday was plain awful (you can say that again), Yesterday was plain awful but that’s not now that’s then. That’s from Annie. Small girl likes to sing the musicals. Look at this: I’ve become a bit obsessed with shadow photos and this one has to be my favourite ever. Me, on a ladybird’s back, on … Continue reading May Garden.