Sunday, September 30, 2007

Sunday Morning

Anyone who knows me well understands that I am not a morning person - perhaps I'm still rebelling against my 6am birth. It's just after 0900 on Sunday morning and this is usually my lie in day but not this morning. I think it was the thought of fresh fruit bread waiting to be toasted and spread with strawberry jam that drove me out of bed and done to the kitchen. It was heavenly!

I'm now watching a woman feeding the two swans and many ducks that reside on the little stretch of water behind our house. Next to early mornings birds are the other 'thing' that worry me. I think that one comes from being left in the middle of Trafalgar square at the age of 2 strapped into my pushchair while my Mother stepped back to take the photo. Sheer terror was definitely the look on my face.

The swans and ducks look very satisfied out there and if I was more confident around creatures who flap I would be willing to offer them some of my fruit bread. But as they say 'like that's ever gonna happen!'

I think it might be time for a mid morning nap.

Friday, September 14, 2007

Busy, Busy, busy...

I'm going to take a blog break for the next 10 days or so due to: and more work
Eldest going off to start University
Wee trip to the glorious highlands of Scotland

Back soon!

Friday, September 07, 2007

Taking a Break

I'm having a blog break for the next week. Deadlines and work. I'm going to see a new dance production in London on the weekend which I'm really looking forward to. It's called 'Satisfaction' and it's based around the music of the Rolling Stones. I'm not a Stones fan but I love contemporary dance so going to have a culture hit. I love going up to London - it always 'wakes' me up and fills me with a buzzy energy. Big cities do that for me. And I love staying in hotels - which I may have mentioned a few million times before! I'm off to dream off fluffy white towels, turned down beds and breakfast made by someone else. That's what I call bliss.
Have a good week! Happy writing!

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

Go Slow

I'm mimicking the tube strike in London and having a go slow day. I woke up this morning and thought about all the things I had to do today and for the next few days - the list was overwhelming. I got out of bed and shuffled down to the kitchen, put the kettle on and made the first coffee. I stood drinking it as I looked out at the grey sky and felt the cool, Autumnal air drifting through the kitchen window. Then my great idea came to me - I was going to do everything at my own pace today and since I was feeling sluggish and relaxed - I was going to take it easy. I realise that every single day - including most Sunday's - there is always something on the 'to do' list. I guess that is part of the flow of writing and living.

I quite like a cracking pace most of the time but every now and again my body rhythms reset themselves and tell me to slow down - they also tell me it's time for a holiday! So far this morning I think I have been just as productive as usual - if not more so - yet I feel very calm - almost serene. I'm just going to plod through the day and quietly go about my business.
I'm off into the garden to rake leaves!

Sunday, September 02, 2007

Petit Posting

I have just spent a delicious afternoon indulging in retail therapy with my husband - who loves shopping just as much as I do. Sometimes I have to jump up and down and cry 'it's my turn now' you have to look at me in these jeans/shoes etc. He did very well today and I did OK. There was a fab French market up on the sea front and I dropped an easy £40 in an hour - came home laden with bread, cheese, strawberries, tartes, 2 fancy watches (for a tener!!) and a bag. Oh and just to top it off I had a lovely flirt with a cute Frenchman - The conversation went like zis:

I said 'Bonjour' in my best schoolgirl English - he said 'Oh are you french?' I wanted to roar with laughter but didn't - how mature am I!!!!! Instead I said 'No, I'm Australian.' He said 'Oh you are a long way from 'om.' He batted his eyelashes at me (much more impressive than mine!!!) I batted mine back and we parted with 'Au Revoir.' I know it wasn't the most amazing conversation ever to have occurred with a stranger but sooooo good for the soul - a bit of harmless flirting on a sunny afternoon with a man in possession of a sexy accent.

Off now to indulge in olive bread, brie and a glass of chilled pinot grigio!!!
Ahhhh I love Sunday Afternoons!!!