Tag Archives: Spring
I remember listening to my Mum trying to explain, a few years back, why she loves the BBC’s coverage of the Chelsea Flower Show so much. She watches it every year with such great enthusiasm and joy; anyone making noise while it is on is summarily ejected from the room. I did listen to her reasoning but I did not get it. ‘that’ll never happen to me,‘ I thought secretly. ‘However old I get.’ Only it has, with Springwatch. Friends, I am completely addicted. I love it so much that last night I actually found myself doing a round up … Continue reading
Look. Aren’t they a miracle? Braving their way through the cold, waterlogged earth to break into our lives in vivid technicolour. They made me so happy this morning. And that’s about it.
9.40 am this morning: sunny harbourside. My heart is leaping and MY COAT IS OFF! This day, which always happens in March, is probably my favourite of the year. I am also loving that I am off for a research meeting on a boat. Life is good, if I want it to be.
You know how Facebook has that rather infuriating way of suggesting friends to you? People who you had sex with when you were seventeen and have studiously ignored ever since? Or people with whom you had a very dramatic falling out at university which resulted in the writing of fervent and angry poetry about the darkness of their soul? And you know how each time you see those suggestions you want to punch Facebook very hard in the testicles and say LEAVE ME ALONE FOR GOD’S SAKE! IF I WANTED TO BE FRIENDS WITH THEM I BLOODY WELL WOULD BE! … Continue reading