I moan too much; I use fifteen words when a mere syllable will do, I’ve demanded more blog readers’ time then I deserve…
So here’s my weekend: in vignettes
Day 21
• a freezing walk by the Commons that left me grateful
• feeling part of a blog community again
• a long drive that allowed me to catch up with a friend
•red wine, chocolate pudding and friendship by a farm house fire
• sleeping so very soundly in the ‘sparest of spare rooms’ in a the new house a friend waited so very long for
Sunday: Day 22
• cuddles and toddler wisdom with breakfast
• a restless afternoon soothed by home cooking, Mum’s listening ear and her generosity
• Hearing a definition of poverty on BBC’s Call the Midwife that caused me to gasp at its honesty
• Every moment of Birdsong, especially that utterly gorgeous first kiss and the heart-stopping resurrection in the final moments. Not since first reading Twilight have I been so enchanted by a leading man…
• Michael Buble’s Lost on the radio as I drove home.
(Birdsong is firmly on my ‘why haven’t I read this already list? and will appear in my post box with Warhorse sometime this week… Expect many more words on this beautiful drama… I need to collect my thoughts.)
Hey you. Apart from Buble at the end it sounded like a great weekend
Listen here Mr Rock Star, me and Mr Buble? This is much more than music fan and musician/ performer and audience… It’s getting serious.
If you can feel the Zsa Zsa Zsu for someone you’ve never met, he’s mine: I’m impervious to your contempt!
(And some night soon his lyrics will appear on your SingStar and you’ll be converted too!) x