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- Sorry Nigel Farage – Talking Books loved ‘Talking France’…
- Talking crime – on why we love a good murder mystery….
- Let’s focus on the words: Peter, Tony, and a Portrait of Keats
- Why Mrs T should have left the room quietly, closing the door behind her….
- ‘In relation to’ what? On ‘Talking Books’ and chewing words….
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Category Archives: Random musings on family life, love the universe and everything
On preferring Sicilian Sun to Scandinavian Noir – ‘Inspector Montalbano Sono’
Wallander, Sarah Lund, Lisbeth Salander, Harry Hole et al – we are now in thrall to the Scandanavian detective. Introduced to the characters via the wonderful BBC4 I have since escaped into the novels of Henning Mankell, the lead character … Continue reading
I don’t know what it is but I’ve lost it…the evaporation of the blogging mojo
Over recent months visits to my blog have doubled, but the number of posts I have written has halved. What could the explanation be? It is easy actually, to know why this has happened. I am not sure how to see my … Continue reading
Temps Perdu – on deja vu and Dorothy Parker
I have been experiencing some odd feelings of deja vu in the last few weeks. Trying to explain them to a friend, I struggled and frankly sounded slightly odd. Perhaps this was because in every day terms we have come to use … Continue reading
The WRITER not the film star! The ‘other’ Elizabeth Taylor…..
(As I publish this I have just heard Elizabeth Taylor’s daughter Judith Kingham will be on BBC Radio 4 Woman’s Hour tomorrow to talk about the centenary of her mother’s birth and the re-issue of the short stories. It really … Continue reading
Mock Orange – a poem for work & the summer weather
Mock Orange Watching, as the waxy flowers fall into the scattered gravel of the summer garden; it seems the world, the weather and a clouded view conspire to damp the spirits. Her fingers leave the glass. She turns into the … Continue reading
Bronze bulls on pianos, or ‘On first Looking into Chapman’s Homer’
I haven’t written about John Keats for a few weeks and have been meaning to start a series of posts on his circle of friends; many of whom were key to his development as a poet. However, an article via … Continue reading
‘Mum!! The dog ate the flapjacks!!!’ – So I share a perfect recipe with the world..
We have a lovely 5-year-old black Labrador x Collie dog called Barnaby. Apparently ‘free’, in that we had him as a puppy following a friend’s dog producing a surprise litter, he has, in truth, cost us a fortune. There have been the … Continue reading
Insomnia – that 5am feeling….
I haven’t been able to sleep too well recently. In the past, bed has been a safe place I long to reach at the end of a long day; somewhere I can lie comfortably close to my husband, or turn away and … Continue reading

