The Hundred-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out Of The Window And Disappeared by Jonas Jonasson. A title like that raises expectations of quirkiness and humour. In that respect this book doesn’t disappoint. When life’s gone into overtime it’s easy to take liberties. I imagined that the hundred-year-old man would be feeble and sort of innocent. We … Continue reading The Hundred-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out Of The Window And Disappeared.
Alright, in fairness to Amit (the remarkably bendy and unreasonably cheerful man in the photo below), we collapsed in peels of laughter. The tears, mind you, were of genuine pain. Husband posed in front of the camera and pleaded with me to show you his best attempt at this pose but…ah, no…I feel he might … Continue reading Middle-Aged Couple Collapse In Front Of Pilates DVD.
‘Home is where the books are.’ Richard Burton. The best books are the ones that you don’t just read. They are the ones that you live through. I find it impossible to part with those books. It’s as if a bit of me is embedded in them. As a result, my Husband has spent two … Continue reading Bookroom.
‘We were a society dying, said Aunt Lydia, of too much choice.’ Margaret Atwood. The Handmaid’s Tale. Books can change you. They can change how you think, about relationships, about love, about toasting and grinding your own spices – all the important stuff. The most rewarding books, I think, are those which most give us … Continue reading The Psychobiotic Revolution and Transformative Experience.
Big news, big news! Rose Servitova is here (well, you know the way, sort of, virtually, here) and she is brilliant. But hang on, let me start at the beginning. For me, Jane Austen‘s Pride and Prejudice has been the cause of Delight and Despair as I have spent a lifetime searching for anything to match … Continue reading The Longbourn Letters with Rose Servitova.
Be patient, please. This is the post where I show you pictures of my creative endeavors and ask for reassurance that I am not the only nutter who gets a kick out of making things from next to nothing and re-making things which others would throw away. Do we all remember the haul of Doon? (There … Continue reading A Crafty Catch-up.
I spent last evening completely entranced whilst Michael Morpurgo regaled me with stories of sinking ships, desert islands and derring do. That I was surrounded by eight hundred other fans was little matter; each of us was under his spell. That the audience ranged in age from eight to eighty caused this story-teller little difficulty. … Continue reading An Evening With Michael Morpurgo.
Venice has Murano, Sorrento has Capri, San Francisco has Alcatraz and Cork, well… Cork has Spike. For well over two hundred years the people of Cork could admire, but never set foot on, Spike Island. Now we can and it makes a great day out. The island housed a monastery as early as the 7th … Continue reading Escape To Spike.
I’m wrecked. Everything was difficult today. I walked out to the clothesline with my washing and realised I’d forgotten my peg bag. I walked in to the kitchen and put on my apron. I walked out to the clothesline and looked around wondering what I’d done wrong. I did manage to fill a jar of … Continue reading St. Brigid’s Anenome.