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sas' magical mystery tour
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Observations from a sarcastic, listener, scatterbrain, organiser, loyal friend, partly growed up responsible - part 4 years old, soppy, optimist, ginger ninger, kiwi, eccentric, grammatical radical, apprentice poet, hugger, smarter than your average bear, list enthusiast, coffee addict, vodka drinker, chocolate devotee, traveler, mad hatter, fur-person owner... with an obscenely large collection of shoes.
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a weekend in the country

…during which I spent a day in chef’s whites (thrilling!) and learnt how to make arguably, the best chocolate brownies in the known universe; Mr P did not die in a firey ball of metal à l...

2 days ago

a letter to the man who survived niagara falls

They say you jumped. Which is so very different from falling. I wonder if you held your breath as your feet left the earth, if a wave of relief and euphoria washed over you as the simple, certain thr...

6 days ago

on a star, blowing a dandelion, going over a bridge, and at 11:11

I wish that: the sun would just shine already, and that summer would start and I didn’t have to keep buying denier related items. all the vivid, starting, exhausting dreams of late wouldn’...

20 may 12

yellowness

He’d downloaded the new Jack White album, handed over an eye-watering amount of dosh for petrol and charged up the natsav, so we were totes prepared for the 90 minutes to Cambridgeshire and the...

13 may 12

me and big sue

Last night – date night – we spent an hour in the company of Lucian Freud’s paintings at the National Portrait Gallery. I am so used to seeing shiny, happy, tanned, thin bodies waxe...

12 may 12

excitement: we’re homeward bound!

New Zealand summer is Kaiteriteri Beach 1984, when it was so hot my back blistered on a missed spot of sunscreen, now covered in freckles in the shape of an elongated kidney. It’s the year we w...

07 may 12

there be snakes & ladders

Working in an academic environment has much to recommend it. My deep enthusiasm for proper science, without the backing of any actual knowledge or education in any field remotely related to science, ...

28 apr 12

grounded

I needed to get a pile of documents witnessed and signed at the post office but oh lordy that queue was so long and the sky turned green and I knew it was going to rain so I didn’t cross the st...

19 apr 12

the butter to my bread

I can hardly believe it was four entire years ago today, that we met for our very first date. We have made so many stories together. You make life mud-lucious and puddle-wonderful. I do hope you boug...

16 apr 12

the first step

Last night we lay in the warm dark, giggly and wide-awake and overrun with cats. I asked for a bedtime story, and Ash took me on a virtual tour of our house. The dream house. The stone and oak barn, ...

12 apr 12

hummingbirds & dirtybirds

We celebrated Christ being risen at the Crabtree, a favourite riverside pub. It was a cloudy, cool day; perfect for a long, lazy lunch with loved ones. One of our party, new to these shores, requeste...

09 apr 12

eggceptional easter

08 apr 12

some pretty good things

April is here with her ripe and bursting trees! Yesterday London was the colour of an old bra, but today the sun is out and my little world is full of some pretty good things, exempli gratia: The 20t...

02 apr 12

touchstone

Life changes require new jewellery, right? I have been looking for something bold and colourful to acknowledge the magic occurring, and to be the talis(wo)man on the next bit of this adventure. And i...

27 mar 12

sunday lunch, by the river

last image by Wise, the Mister

25 mar 12

rick astley, the universe and everything

As a modern lady with feministy notions, I was not escorted up the isle to wifedom. The dulcet tones of Nina Simone ‘Feeling Good’ rang out as a small policeman-cowboy, two fairy princess...

20 mar 12

the rumble

I have nothing to do and nowhere to be. There are no deadlines, no impending milestones, no reports due, no meetings to attend. I do not have a job title, a relevant business card, or colleagues (the...

17 mar 12

the deflouring

For anyone following along on the twits or the pics you will know that I made my first ever loaf of homemade bread yesterday. Ms Wise convinced me to do it (THANKS LOVE!) and I was fully expecting it...

13 mar 12

the first day

If I was ever going to experience a miracle, I fully expected it to involve a hallelujah chorus or a bearded dude in a fancy robe; at the very least there should surely have been, some sort of glowin...

10 mar 12

things i want to remember

the sense of gob-smacking expansive connection I felt driving through green fields under a vast blue sky. the smell of a wood fire and the crackle of sap. slathering soft, locally made butter on a sl...

03 mar 12

day one of holiday: spent mostly in soho

I have a week off! My first in over eight months and I plan to rock its bloody face off. This morning I spent a couple of hours catching up with a lovely Canuck, and then wandered through the streets...

27 feb 12

poetry & marmalade

A lovely friend asked me how the Two Year Plan is going and I happily said that I had written a poem about it – poetry is really the only way to kick off ones life purpose, right? Within three ...

24 feb 12

lethologica

I have plague. Complete with sweats, and snot and aching teeth (so weird). I am watching old movies and sending out whiny tweets in hope of sympathy. Occasionally I manage to get downstairs for refil...

17 feb 12

a weekend made of attempts to escape the freezing bones of winter

image by Rex’s Aunty Sus

12 feb 12

warning: post may contain news*

Thoughts occurring in my brain: The time required to make marmalade is about the same as a Radio 4 afternoon play. This does not feel like a coincidence. The mark-up on store bought preserves is astr...

07 feb 12

magic

Marmalade. Its the queen of all jams. The supremo of preserves. Crumpets are simply naked without it. Sweet, yet a little bitter, that silky golden goodness with fine shreds of organic peel, just can...

05 feb 12

electric dreams

Last night was all about homemade soup in front of the fire. This morning we went to the Electric for eggs and bacon and coffee and organised a book tour (hers) and virtual-vision-boarded the shit ou...

04 feb 12

the place

The twinkling fairy lights in the bay window, are such a welcome sight on this frosty Cotswolds morning. As I walk in my eye is drawn to the floor: a crazy mash-up-mosaic of different coloured tiles,...

31 jan 12

the furry drunken sailor

Badger: then and now The purring starts as soon as she is within sight of a person. She sleeps on her back with all paws skyward. She likes to lick tissue paper. And get into bags, cupboards, drawers...

25 jan 12

through the looking glass

The thing that happened last weekend, somewhere between the smudging of sage and the juicing of kale, was that I remembered myself. On Sunday morning I went out to get the papers and took a slow driv...

21 jan 12

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