Heres the next instalment of my Excellent Grandmothers letters to her mother, sent out from Sri Lanka (then Ceylon) in 1900. (Please do not hold them versus me!).
I am getting on really well with my cycling, although we have only been on extremely little flights at present as it does not get cool till half previous 5 and it is dark right after six recently. When the weather condition is cooler and we can go out previously, we shall be able to go down to the sea. It is just about half an hours ride.
The mill works has been going on very sufficiently lately, recently they broke the record in the amount done, and the reports from London have actually been great too.
We shant get our mail till this evening.
I hope you went down to Seasalter * a great lot of times when you were at ...
Heres me talking about my book and waving my hand for dramatic impact.
What made the night extra special was sharing it with Lucy Holland from Huxbear Vineyard, drinking her shimmering red wine and hearing the story of how she and her other half started their own vineyard back in 2007 and have made a substantial success of it, catching the wave of a growing gratitude for English and Welsh red wine. Their sparkling red wine is scrumptious and Im eagerly anticipating trying the still white.
And please purchase my book and make this writers day.
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I had a charming evening on Thursday with family and friends celebrating the publication of my 2nd Lizzie Lovell rom c...
Two and a half years later (aged 51 and a 1/2), I have actually only reached number 37. Not due to the fact that I have not enjoyed this task-- its been a privilege to check out some of these mainly forgotten writers.
In other words, I got a bit busy and the reading lapsed. Today I am identified to crack on with it and so throughout the next couple of days, number 38 should magically appear.
Introduce night with Huxbear VineyardThe commission was from Allen and Unwin to compose an unique about gin, under the pseudonym Lizzie Lovell. The Juniper Gin Joint was followed a year later by a commission to compose another novel, this time about white wine. (You might see a theme emerging here.) Throughout that year I had a relaunch of my debut novel The Generation Game by Legend Press. And a cou...
Just over a week ago I reached saturation point with social networks. Particularly Facebook. I was suddenly completely sick of it -- not just, thats enough now, thanks, but more, oh for Gods sake will everybody simply SHUT UP!
I took a step back. Last week I buried the FB app in a seldom-visted backwater of my phone and I havent looked at my newsfeed for over a week now. Ive still popped to my groups when notifications have actually arrived but that feels much more managed-- more like munching on crudités than overindulging. Ive also still been on Instagram and Twitter but theyve never ever had the psychological pull that Facebook has ( lets call them the fairly attractive yogurts of the metaphor) so I didnt feel the requirement to avoid them entirely.
If I d simply looked when a day it ...
I remember my papa turning forty when I was a kid. In celebration, I bought him a plastic strolling stick filled with smarties. I thought it was amusing: "Haha, Daddy, youre so old!" Recalling, Im not exactly sure what he considered it and Im likewise not exactly sure how I d feel if among my sons provided me the same present now. Well, I d eat the smarties, undoubtedly but does forty count as old? Certainly not, but neither does it count as young enough for that joke to be totally devoid of bite (other than where the smarties are worried hehe-- stop eye-rolling, Im allowed to make awful jokes at my age).
Naturally, I had other focuses during the last years too, however children were at the heart of it. When theyre little it feels natural for that to be the case-- they require you so enti...
Drove my spouse a bit mad: "Im just going out for dinner/to the pub/off to London/on a medical spa weekend/having a supper celebration" but he survived and I had a fantastic time! Not as fun or relaxing as it sounds-- I felt small and dreadful boys kept leaping on me. Ive simply invested the last hour checking out about permissions codes and I cant really make sense of it.
And I just plain old miss it.
I last composed in November at which point I was in the middle of my 40th Birthday events. I essentially commemorated for three months strong. Drove my hubby a bit mad: "Im just going out for dinner/to the pub/off to London/on a medical spa weekend/having a dinner celebration" however he made it through and I had an amazing time!
Hello there! Its been AGES since my last post-- months and ...
I understand its all going to be okay.
This year its my second kids rely on enter a new phase as he follows his big brother as much as middle school. I wasnt really expecting it to trouble me-- after all, like many things in life, it does not appear to trouble him. However when I went to his brand-new school for an introductory assembly a few days ago I understood I felt a bit unfortunate. Its all extremely well your oldest kid aging and proceeding but it feels various with your second child and, as an August child, hes not even 9. How can he be prepared?
But, as I said, hes unfazed by it -- apart from a stubborn streak a mile large hes extremely easy going, and when it comes to life modifications hes neither actually delighted nor truly worried. The transition will happen and hell shrug...