Last week began with a bit of a false start, still sicky and sofa-bound with all the glamour of antibiotics and regular steaming sessions. By Thursday I was actually thrilled to be back on my feet and back to work but those extra few days not leaving work in the dark or standing at bus stops in the rain did soften my already rather fluffy spot for the dreaded month of January. Continue reading
Kicking off the new year with a new weekly incentive to put metaphorical pen to paper and what better place to start than with those New Years Resolutions…
In lieu of the expected October Reads, which sends it’s apologies having not finished a single book during a very busy month, I thought I’d turn back to one of my ultimate favourites instead.
I have zero knife skills. I have never attempted a consomme. Souffles are beyond me. But when it comes to lasagna, man I can lasagna with the pros. And by pros, I mean my mum. Continue reading
Three books stacked up on the Read pile this month… it may seem a very productive month but I must admit it’s been a slight cheat as some of these were started many, many moons ago. Rather pleased to see I’ve unintentionally had a month of women writers though. I’m always conscious of trying to read more from women but it’s nice when it happens by accident.
As the dark nights set in and the chill descends, it can be hard to keep your chin up. My other half feels the change of seasons very strongly, probably because of his Mediterranean blood which so craves the sun. So in order to stave of a bout of SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder) getting out and about during the brief hours of winter daylight is very important.
I think, even now, it’s fairly safe to assume that my Goodreads challenge for 2017 is obsolete. I didn’t think 35 books was particularly ambitious given recent years but it has been a bloody busy year. When I was delivering 10 Shared Reading groups a week it was quite easy to rack up an extra three or four books a year, and all the time spent on trains travelling to groups across the Wirral, I spent a great deal more time with book in hand.
Charles Bukowski is an interesting chap. He intrigues me but I gather from friends who have ventured deeper into his smoky, whiskey-soaked world, that I may not particularly like him if I get to know him too well. Which is why I’m inclined to keep my distance for now.
It has been a summer of weddings for me and each time we set off with the car packed up, freshly ironed outfits hung up in the back seat, watching sunny scenes roll past as we venture forth in all new green fields of England, I remember the words of The Whitsun Weddings.
Whether or not you look favourably on film or TV adaptations, there is something to be said for them, they are often the kick up the arse I need to actually pick up that book I’ve been meaning to read for so many years.