Acting is all about honesty, if you can fake that you can fake anything.
Jeni Barnett What is it about sagging arms. My mum, my bubba, me. Sugar gliders, wings of flesh, that hang under the arms and are soft and perfect to play with. My mother had a comfortable, soft set, of two . That is until she got cancer and they removed her lymph nodes. We found out later … Read more
The lawn looked as smooth as a billiard table until the petals started falling off the Tulip tree. But thats ok, the apple blossom is out on one tree and the other two are bursting their buds. The pink azalea is resplendent next to the sage, rosemary, thyme and parsley. Which have all profited from … Read more
I missed the two sultry days. I was in a theatre for one of ’em and filming on the other . I don’t begrudge either but I do wish the weather had stayed balmy for just a a little bit longer. It’s overcast now, I’m wearing wooly socks and have a blanket close at hand … Read more
The clocks have sprung forward, the water, in the vases, is cloudy and it’s time to throw the faded flowers on the compost. The daffodils are papery and crinkled. The hyacinths are drooping and the roses and iris’s have dried out. The cottage was full of flowers for my birthday. It was heartwarming that I … Read more
On this day, 127 years ago, my grandmother was born. When I knew her she lived in a tenement block in Aldgate, near Gardeners corner. She was called Sophie Taylor, her original name Schneider having been anglicised, foreigners were not wanted especially the Jews. Hmmmm, similar me thinks to BrexiBritin. Sophie had dyed blonde hair … Read more
Dear All, what a palaver. The snow is as high as an elephants thigh. My little red car is no longer, she is decreased. On the scrap heap. boo-bloody-hoo. The dawter’s car is stuck in the garage, burnt out clutch. The old git’s car is on the blink. 10.000 steps ain’t possible what with ice, … Read more
It’s cold, but then you know that. I found a pair of leather gloves with faux fur cuffs in the basket next to the boiler. They had been given to me for Christmas years ago. I slipped them on over my freezing fingers, and set off on my 10.000 step trek to the village to … Read more
At 12.00 a big car transporter turned up at the cottage. I was packing my bag after doing a mid morning show for Radio Sussex, so I couldn’t wave goodbye to my little red car of fifteen years. Some geezer tweeted I was ‘about as entertaining as mumps, all jolly hocky sticks’….if he had any … Read more
And so I’m stocking up on sachets of all-in-one powdered smoothies, in preparation for my assault on Type 2 Diabetes. I begin the course on January 15th. Starving myself to reverse the offending numbers. The dietary way of combating blood sugar issues has been in the news a lot so I am, if anything, extremely … Read more
My computer tells me it’s 15.42, though the clock on the wall says 2.16. I haven’t been in the attic since the clocks went back, which makes no never mind since the batteries in the wall clock are flat anyway. Turning the clock back, though, would be preferable sometimes wouldn’t it? Not that looking backwards … Read more