Even if my life right now isn’t exciting, precisely, I still ought to get into a habit of blogging up a storm every now and then…. so here goes nothing. WACKY is my word of the week. Not because it’s a particularly fantastic word, or anything (although it can have a wonderful infliction to it, … Continue reading On Margaret Mahy and the week that was.
PS. I also made some rather delicious (and vegan!) banana cupcakes today, and have elected to consume several of those in place of an actual dinner. Unwise, perhaps, but it’s a Saturday night and I’m hanging ten by myself (well, me and The Doctor and Lady Gaga) so nutritional guidelines can suck it. You can … Continue reading baked goodness
The third day of autumn, and already there’s a chill in the air. The weathermen and weatherwomen forecast a ‘weather bomb’ for today (perhaps the whole weekend, I should pay more attention) and the day has been rather explosive. But the sky seems to be blue for the time being, and I’ve dug out a … Continue reading third day of autumn
So, it’s January. Again. Last time I posted, it was last January. Oh dear. That’s not to say that I haven’t been reading – quite the contrary – but I’ve just been slack, apparently. Or forgetful, rather. Or attracted to the simplicity of Tumblr. Anyway, a new year, time to get back to it. Talking … Continue reading picking up where we left off?
It’s still feeling peculiar writing ’11 for the year. I guess that tends to linger until the end of the summer. Which is creeping alarmingly close, actually. January’s really disappeared rather quickly. But this blog is not to whine about my perception of time. Nay, this entry is about something far more exciting. For last … Continue reading BIG DAY OUT 2011
A couple of years ago my lovely lovely Welsh penpal sent me a copy of The Summer Book by Tove Jansson in a package of things. What this means for this moment is a) I’m a terrible correspondent via snail mail and should be imprisoned for crimes against Pen Pal Do-Goodery and b) I have … Continue reading the summer book et al
Today I finally finished Anansi Boyss. I have a weird relationship with Neil Gaiman books. Probably it’s because I have a weird relationship with the entity that is Neil himself (spot the Twitter reference) – he was an author I knew of, and I’d watched and enjoyed Stardust (but hadn’t read the book) when suddenly … Continue reading Mr Nancy, I presume.