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. Soufflés 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”
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 off a bout of SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder) getting out and about during the brief hours of winter daylight is very important.
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.
I think, even now, it’s fairly safe to assume that my Goodreads challenge for 2017 is obsolete.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.