Back in the saddle

I was reasonably sure that one day I would be able to read fiction again, even after the pandemic and the end of a 20 year career had sucked all the enjoyment of reading from my brain. I imagined that it would be a little like starting to ride a bike again after a couple…

Nourish yourself first

A couple of days ago I heard a great snippet of information. Apparently, when the band 10cc made their track ‘I’m not in love’, they didn’t know what an enormous hit it would be, but they did realise that they had made a pretty great song. So they used to lie on the floor, in…

How it begins

Happy New Year…if you’re into that sort of thing. I am usually not, in fact I would love for it to be just another turn of the calendar, so that we can be rid of the self-defeating notion that by simply wishing to be better, healthier, slimmer, more well read and/or having climbed more mountains,…

Merry Whatever

Christmas morning 2020: line delivered by my Partner In Crime upon delving into one of my gifts, a copy of English Pastoral – an inheritance by James Rebanks. “Well. Ok. It just took until the second sentence for the word Shit to appear”. I expect the book to be fantastic, but the quote sums up…

Charity begins wherever you want it to.

Many years ago I read an article, you know the sort, the ones that you wish you had bookmarked because now you can’t find them again? In this article someone was setting up a charity, I forget what it was fighting for or against, but she had a very definite outcome in mind. So much…

Comfort watching

As these weird months have dragged by and I am still unable to read any fiction (which I have become worryingly blasé about) it has been easier to find distraction and entertainment via TV watching. Normally I avoid watching the telly. I haven’t actually watched any live telly for several years, mostly because I really,…

Booky books

As requested, by the long distance person who is allowed to demand anything she likes as long as she promises to one day tell me the secrets of the unheated basement apartment, here are my latest book recommendations. I still have not been able to read any fiction, which is most annoying, but I think…

Pointless machismo, from a woman type person no less.

In an effort to singlehandedly address climate change and to prove, once and for all, that I’m an Uber-Stoic, I had made a vow to myself to not turn the central heating on until at least the end of October. October came and went and we were un-artificially heated. The Plague Blanket was utilised a…

Random photos post

Just to prove that my fingers can still move across a keyboard, briefly… As previously mentioned, I recently discovered that trainee midwives use knitted breasts as lactation training tools for new mothers and, being a knitter myself, I made some for the friend of The Kid who has bravely and selflessly begun such training. I…