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gardenin’ sunday

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the top shed hasn’t been looked at since 1988. There were more spiders than in Regents Park reptile house. Seven bags of flowers pots and forty eight tons of rubbish. Jim bought me a coffee at the garden centre then we planted up HANDEL, a blousey rose, a scented jasmine and a spindly climber from … Read more

Life

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Go to see Jude Law’s Hamlet, he carries it off. Ron Cook is terrific as Polonious. Penelope Wilton glides as Gertrude. I fell asleep during it because I do three hours live radio. DUET FOR ONE with Juliet Stevenson Henry Goodman is a testament to good acting and good writing. I went alone on Friday … Read more

Cantona cinema

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27 degrees and I took the Clapham Junction route.
Down Falcon Road, on the train and then a sweet little trip to Waterloo.
There was a free SOUTH AFRICAN newspaper on the seat. A story about branding people on the buttocks who had HIV made we wonder about the sado masochistic nature of the human under stress.
When you go to bed with someone, it said, turn them round and look at their buttocks if they are branded – well you know the rest.

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It’s still only Tuesday

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a boat ride in Brighton a car ride to work a train ride to London a walk in the park a trip to the movies a trip to a show It’s still on Tuesday So onwards we go…..

Dawter and mum

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The weather was soft and warm when I walked in this morning. St. James Park was full of tourists feeding the squirrels. There’s something about the tourist when they crouch next to the furry rodent, they all think they are the first to entice the sqidge into eating from their hands. The greedy little beggers … Read more

Fluesday

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My temperature was so high I slept on the faux-leather settee. I unstuck myself at 4.44a.m. Jim looked after me and left me a get well soon note. Our wedding anniversary was food, film and a fleeting journey to the flat. I was shivery and shaky and not at all myself. Bank Holiday was fabbo … Read more

The end of an era

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On Thursday Night BB finished her university term. She stood in front of an audience at the Albany in Deptford – great venue -and sung with her hastily got together band.
She was messy and antsy but my goodness when she opened her gob to sing I cried, her sister cried, her father cried, her friends cried, Nathan and Jonathan shed a tear and her grandmother pledged her life savings to her.
That was Thursday.

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Comedy capers

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TODAY MY MOTHER WAS 87. I BOUGHT HER A BIRTHDAY CAKE WITH A CAT AND THREE MICE ON TOP.( in icing sugar silly), WE STUCK 7 CANDLES ON IT AND GAVE IT TO HER FOR BREAKFAST. two gifts:A BOX OF LILY OF THE VALLEY SOAP AND A TIN OF OLD FASHIONED HUMBUGS. THEN B, JIM … Read more

Sycamore Fever

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monday night, and I’m all merangued out. Jim cooked a meatball pasta sauce that was enjoyed by three generations of female Barnett’s. we then tucked into Eton mess my way. fruit, cream, merangues and more cream, icing sugar and a little cream…. The Eton Mess was eaten messily.. I’ve taken the youngest one home. Tomorrow … Read more

Acupuncturepoem

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Needles in me elbows Needles in me spine. Needles in me ankle And now I’m feeling fine. Although the cups squeezed on me shoulders And the needles in me head Have made me feel like jelly So I’m taking to me bed,