In the spirit of starting as you mean to go on, I’ve been rattling through the reads this month. It has helped slightly that I’ve had a holiday, a three hour flight to fill and then a week on the sofa under the weather – there was little else to do but read.
With the new year well and truly in play, I’m still preoccupied with resolutions and idea of fresh starts. I love January, as mentioned earlier this month, because it feels like the only point in the year when time might just stand still. Of course when you’re counting down the days until payday that’s not always preferable but for me it always feels like a blessing in disguise.
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 “Five Things: In defence of January”
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…
Some lazy reads over the festive season – it seems appropriate that both books finished this month reflected how I spent the rest of my time, eating and binge watching.
There isn’t much God in my Christmas. Religion doesn’t have much part in my life any other day of the year so it would be a little hypocritical to suddenly warm up to him to geg in on some birthday party.
A busy few weeks of flights, hotels and long bus journeys which thankfully means lots of time for reading! And oddly, I’ve just realised, mostly non-fiction.
This month I made a trip home for the first time since last Christmas. It is perhaps the longest period I’ve gone without at least a flying visit and although this trip was less than a week, we managed to take in the three places closest to my heart – Dublin, Donegal and Tyrone.
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 lasagne, man I can lasagne with the pros. And by pros, I mean my mum. Continue reading “When life is like a bad lasagne”