I'm in the process of editing the fifth re-write of my novel in progress so there is no better time to give it a kick up the plotline and I cannot think of any better way to stimulate my creative juices than to spend a day in the company of:
From my Life to Date and How I've Survived It Collection By the time I was thirteen, I had been at boarding school for two years and had become a bit of a comedienne. I knew that being the classroom joker was not the brightest thing to be but I was fuelled by an inner rebellion,... Continue Reading →
It was love, not lust, because I missed him every second we were apart. Counting the days and hours until he returned every weekend. I spent a year in that dreamy lovesick state of mind, until I found out from a friend that the love of my life was living with someone else during the week.
During one fiery party in a briefly parentless home, my friend's twelve-year-old brother volunteered act as bartender as we availed ourselves to the contents of the parentibus abessent's drinks cupboard. I asked for a gin and bitter lemon. What I actually got was a lethal concoction, which tasted like bitter lemon but had enough alcohol in it to fell a 16-stone rugby player and I was given more than one.
When I actually turned fifty ... it didn't bother me which was because the biological clock had something far more menacing up its sleeve ... THE MENOPAUSE.
Cassie The Blog Dog and I have just been for a walk. Cassie to burn off some her exuberant joie de vivre and me to burn off the calories and the after effects of last night's plummy little Merlot. The sun was out, albeit a watery glow in the sky. I walked and she tore through the fields like a gazelle about to go into orbit. She is a joy to watch and I wish I had an nth of her va va voom.
Whilst on safari, I lost weight fairly quickly and it wasn't just to do with the heat. After enjoying a sundowner watching impala gambol happily in the bush, we would return to camp to find them on the dinner menu, which was just too hard to swallow. The only time I have ever been offered a gin and tonic for breakfast at 5.00a.m. was on safari and it was the only time I have ever refused one, sensibly realising I was getting enough quinine in my anti-malarial tablets.
From my Life to Date and How I've Survived It Collection of Stories A few years ago one of my Australian cousins spent some considerable time tracing my father's side of the family back to 860. I'm not quite sure how she managed to establish that we are all descendants of Bernard The Dane, but impressive... Continue Reading →
From my Life to Date and How I’ve Survived It Collection 07.00hrs. Woken up by the gentle lapping of the waves under water Bungalow 201 at Reethi Beach, The Maldives. The cats are on the decking watching the fish on the incoming tide and Cassie The Blog Dog is on her back, snoozing. 09.00hrs At... Continue Reading →