Acting is all about honesty, if you can fake that you can fake anything.
Jeni Barnett The towels have been in a 60 degree cycle and are now blowing about on the washing line. Magnolia petals are strewn over the lawn, and the newly laid grass seed has been eaten by the little birds pecking away at it. A box of vegan cheeses have arrived, a packet of wire wool and … Read more
My heart is breaking for the lad, who opened a bar in Peckham, put every penny he had into it and then Boom. My heart is breaking for the girl, who taught dance to disadvantaged kids in Rome, saved all her pennies to buy a ticket and then Boom. My heart breaks for the shy … Read more
It was International Woman’s Day today so I fulfilled my duties as a woman in as International a way as possible. I phoned Boston and Saratoga, Chatham and Hackney, Devon and Wales and even pinged a text to Togo. I think that’s pretty International dont you? Having lived with the old git for forty three … Read more
Hyacinths and daffodils have taken over the kitchen table. Outside crocuses, primroses and hellebores have bust their buds in honour of spring even though the garden still looks like Le Mans, the Suki dog’s legacy. I await the carpet man. We have had a new bathroom carpet laid, but being an old age pensioner with … Read more
Last week the wind ripped the bark off the eucalyptus tree and sent it flying all over the garden. A vase blew off the woodshed and shattered into tiny pieces. A trampoline blew onto the railway line between Orpington and Sevenoaks and Waitrose was empty save for me and a few other souls who were … Read more
It is eighteen minutes past bewitching hour and I have got as much sleep in me as a breeze block So I’ve just watched the ‘Big Hack’, then The Orange Canker putting me into a State of Disunion, during which the very daring Nancy Pelosi tore up pages of lies before our very eyes. And … Read more
Three handfuls of Epsom salts, a squirt of Badedas and Radio 4. At 7.30 this morning I climbed into the bath and pondered on the end of the world as we know it. By midnight on Friday we will be out of the EU. Speculation abounds; queues, stockpiling, hoarding, lack of medicine, lack of bananas, … Read more
My feet are freezing. I did my yoga thinking my temperature would rise, but it didn’t. I meditated thinking I could think myself warm, but I didn’t. I laid the fire, hoovered, cleaned the kitchen, drove out for the papers, put on a hoodie and a down-filled gilet, put the heater on full in the … Read more
Last week, against a backdrop of Orange Buffoonery and trampled mourners, the old git and I sat and watched the clock in the sitting room as it arrived at 20:20:20:2020. one second of pleasure. Back in the 70’s when we lived in Wapping, we would stand in front of our VHS recorder until the time … Read more
The aubergine and tamarind curry is in a kadhai on top of the stove, a delicious dish from the South of India. From the North I’ve made slow cooked mushrooms, with vegan condensed milk, and from Kerrala the ingredients for rice with peanuts and cashew nuts are waiting to be assembled for 7.00 tomorrow night … Read more