The circle game

A couple of days ago, I walked into town to do some shopping.  Nothing unusual in that, as it’s not far, and I do it quite often.  It was very hot, and I was keen to do my shopping quickly, and get back home.  I walked around the supermarket, and made my way to the checkout.  As it got to be my turn, I realised that I didn’t have any money to pay.  I had left my purse on the kitchen table, so I apologised sheepishly and profusely to the very young man at the till.  He was lovely, and assured me that it happened ‘all the time’.  All the time?  I wondered what he actually thought of a middle aged woman going shopping without any money, but he simply got someone to take my shopping back to the shelves, and I made my way home to get my purse.  His mum should be proud of him.

But, I had a flashback.  You see, it wasn’t that long ago that I was that young cashier (well, it was actually over forty years ago, but certainly doesn’t feel like it), in the haberdashery section at Woolworth’s, assisting ‘old’ women with the new fangled monetary system.  Oh, well.

Listen to the words of this song , written by a brilliantly wise very young woman.  If you’re middle aged, you’ll listen to it more than once.  It sums it all up.



What is going on?  It’s freezing for June.  I read somewhere that we’ve just had the third warmest Spring on record, but I find that rather hard to believe.  It’s been wet and decidedly cool, and since June started, it hasn’t improved.

Here’s the calendar picture for June:


Last night, I went to a knitting evening in the pub, run by College Students and Staff It was great fun; knitting and chatting, and listening to live music in the pub.  We are making an installation for the end of year exhibition and there were knitters of all abilities there.




It’s only happening for three weeks, which is a great shame, as it was such a fantastic evening, and it really didn’t matter how good you were at knitting; everyone’s efforts were appreciated.  It would be lovely to carry on…

If you’re wondering what the gift was today, well, I’ll keep you in suspense a little while longer.  I’ll post two gifts tomorrow.

February – already?

Surely not!

Well, the calendar says that it is:


I’ve never liked February.  I really don’t know why, but I think it’s the most miserable month of all.  Its saving grace, to me, is that it is the shortest month… 

Do you fancy some music to cheer you up? – after all, according to the calendar,  ‘Life is a song, love is the music’

Oh, go on then  – Here is the Fabulous Ukelele Orchestra of Great Britain – from a Proms a few years back.  Sit back and enjoy!

December (6)

Well, my Christmas Visitor came and went.  We had a lovely time, doing things that I don’t normally have time to do.  There was some of this:


We had a trip to London, to the Glorious Albert Hall…..


…. to see a Christmas Concert.  It’s always a treat to go there, and if you’ve never been, put it on your list….

We also went to the Symphony Hall at Birmingham to see another Christmas Concert. Another lovely venue, and well worth a visit.  We called into the new Birmingham Library, which is quite breathtaking for different reasons.  If you’re in Birmingham, go there, you won’t be disappointed. 

And now, she’s gone, back to the North East to continue her festivities no doubt. 

Me?  I’ll probably have some more of this:


Mulled wine!  Maybe with some of this, – Christmas cake decorated by the birthday girl – apparently the first time in her 85 years that she has iced a cake!


You’re never too old!

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all.


(Atrium in John Lewis)

Not an awful lot to report, but I’ll do it anyway

Work has taken over, as it invariably does.  I’m very fortunate that I love my work.  I’m also fortunate that I love the simple things in life; music, reading, eating, being with family or close friends.  I don’t demand a lot. 

I’m happy that I have found a swimming buddy; we encourage each other to go swimming twice a week after work.  I would find that difficult if I was on my own.

This pleased me today also – the smell of the washing when I brought it in to air on the radiator – heavenly!

ImageDon’t you just love that smell?  The simple things…..

Last Night of the Proms

I’m always a teeny weeny bit sad when it comes to the Last Night of the Proms, and this year I was probably sadder, as the TV coverage has been amazing.  Three concerts weekly, plus a highlights programme.  Bliss.

However, all good things must come to an end, and the Last Night was spectacular.  I had tears in my eyes when Joyce DiDonato sang ‘Danny Boy’, as it always reminds me of my dad.  I remember when a colleague at work left, I whistled a rendition of Danny Boy for her, no-one except me really knew why (although her boyfriend is called Dan, so there was a sort of connection there, and she was always whistling at work).  There wasn’t a dry eye there at that time, either, although I suspect for different reasons.

Anyway, it’s all over now, until next year.

Well done the BBC – another winner!  (quote from Monty Python, I believe)

Next weekend, another sad end – the open air pool will close!  Oh no, summer’s coming to an end…..

I need cheering up …..


It’s still lovely here, the thermometer reads 22 degrees, and it’s nine in the evening!  I’ve loved this summer, and am watching ‘Tristan und Isolde’ on the Proms as I write this.  My first ever Wagner.  It takes some getting used to, but I’m sort of enjoying it, especially as the BBC very kindly gave us a little insight into Wagner’s state of mind when he composed it.  At least I haven’t switched off, and this thing goes on for FOUR HOURS apparently.
Verdict : the proms this year have been superbe.
Calendar picture for September :