Forgetfulness and/or denial

I went shopping with Suzy today and we had a marvellously successful day, coming away with half the stock of H&M. In a funky shop called Apricot, where I found myself a long overdue new winter coat, I was perusing the clothes when a little boy appeared next to me. “Hello,” I said. He looked [...]

Ballet and afternoon tea

My Christmas present from Suzy this year was a very posh one: a ticket to The Nutcracker at the Royal Opera House and afternoon tea at The Milestone Hotel.
We took a packed train to Charing Cross, meeting up along the way with some of Suzy’s work colleagues who would be joining us. Suzy spotted an [...]

Parcel delivery

I open the front door to a lady who has come to deliver a parcel.
“Hello, are you Mrs Marchant?”
“No, daughter, but close enough.”
“Yes, close enough,” she agrees, handing me the console to sign.
“You work down the road, don’t you?”, she asks, adding, “I’ve seen you.”
“Ah, no you’ve seen someone like me,” I say, realising [...]

Good service

I chose not to have a dessert at the Napoli Italian restaurant last night. I was so full of garlic bread, caprese salad with amazing mozzarella and the strascinato pasta with chicken, ham and cherry tomatoes. The idea of adding two or three scoops of ice cream or sorbet on top of the rather large food [...]

I bet Laura Ingalls Wilder never had this trouble

I had some weedy little turnips that I thought might be a nice treat for the Shetland ponies and goats that I occasionally walk past on a wander in the fields, so I dropped them into my rucksack along with my camera and cycled up the little hill to feed them.
On one side of the [...]

La soirée

Having pretty much done our sightseeing for the day we headed to the shops to spend a few Euros -and even though I came away with a very nice top from H&M, I’d completely forgotten that we’d gone shopping when it came to writing this post. So I when I saw that there was a [...]

From petit déjeuner to déjeuner ordinaire

The night before we went to France I stayed at Lauren’s so that we could go to the station together. Lying in the dark on the futon that night I started to wonder what French I could remember, having dropped the subject at school 13 years ago. For a start, let’s see if I can [...]