With apologies to those with only a minute to spare.. (Medical highlight: feeling good today).
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JB, do you remember visiting some time during my PGCE studies? There was a heaving shelf of schoolbooks and files, squeezing out the novels. You said, "Just wait, all of your shelves will fill up with it". And I thought, "I'll be damned if they do", and sure enough managed to bin the lot or keep them at work. Now the same shelves are filling up with ideas and projects and I don't mind at all.
Tried to remember Teeline on the tube yesterday. Successful acupuncture: slept ten hours last night; sat still through 'A Room with A View'. That cornfield kiss is perfection. No wonder it gets its very own flashback.
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Can you see my dad's pointilliste attempt on the end of the garden at 60 Greenway? I loved that Wendy House. Every summer I made it a new set of felt curtains (anyone see a pattern emerging here?), with evermore threatening "Keep Out!" signs aimed solely at my sister, which always streaked in the rain.
Nothing so lowly as a shed back then. Wendy House, half-timbered greenhouse, coalshed, outhouse, garage. No wonder it took three skips to clear. Sundials, apple trees (cooking and eating), pears, a peach (one, once). Mira called it The Cherry Orchard.
Nothing so lowly as a shed back then. Wendy House, half-timbered greenhouse, coalshed, outhouse, garage. No wonder it took three skips to clear. Sundials, apple trees (cooking and eating), pears, a peach (one, once). Mira called it The Cherry Orchard. .
Got as far as unrolling the yoga mat this morning before giving up and writing instead.
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KW! Look! CIDE! And the two volume OED my sister dragged home from Dillons for my 17th birthday, her shoulders coming out of their sockets. And my precious David Crystal rescued from the office.
Tried to remember Teeline on the tube yesterday. Successful acupuncture: slept ten hours last night; sat still through 'A Room with A View'. That cornfield kiss is perfection. No wonder it gets its very own flashback..
Deconstructed a favourite cloth shoulder bag. Now all I need is a sewing machine to put it back together, and make more. Have given up futile search at Oxfams for old women to die whose children fail to appreciate their linen. Instead, have acknowledged that I am my very own old woman, with a collection of 38 tea towels, 6 pinnies and countless old table cloths, any of which could prompt perfectly interesting stitching projects. If only I'd sit down long enough.
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