Disclaimer: This post contains image links for books available at Amazon, for which I do not receive any commission. It’s Sunday. I’m on the move along Northern Road and I have to say that my dainty ballerina’s arthritic feet look rather sweet when intermingled with so many pink flowers. And just take a look atContinue reading “Savvy Diary 39: Borley Mill”
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36: Love Is
What is love, if not that feeling of elation experienced is one heeds the ‘stop’ sign for a moment (or lots of moments) and notices … … notices, the contrasting colours in the land where we stand? The flowers in our hedgerows: The leaves at our feet: The homes of our little folks: AndContinue reading “36: Love Is”
25: Twaddle
Sun. Flowers. Sketching. Writing. Happiness. Just about sums up the last week! All was grand, until … … today! After yesterday’s prevarication, I’m surprised to find myself awake an hour before I need to be. Going back to work isn’t going to be so dreadful after all! But, there’s no point getting up before IContinue reading “25: Twaddle”
23: Dancer
Read you (i.e. I read the post Read me? by the author of ‘Waking Up on the Wrong Side of 50′)! Read all the first half, then skimmed the rest, as the thought of some tulips I spotted on the school run is luring me outside. Sitting here on my laptop watching the sunshine fading away isContinue reading “23: Dancer”
20: Dead Day
Not so motivated today. Haven’t started that book and the week’s almost up. Very few views on my blog. In a feeble attempt to push back the voice in my head telling me that I’m just a pie-in-the-sky dreamer, I abandon the grumbling tones of my cave, park my bum upon the awaiting magic carpetContinue reading “20: Dead Day”
A Medicinal Stroll in Chilton
I’m sitting here staring at a book about the ‘Wrekin Giant’ wondering when I will finally get around to creating my own version of the Salopian folk tale. No point sitting here just thinking about it. If I’m not going to get on with it here and now, it’s time to get out. Not outContinue reading “A Medicinal Stroll in Chilton”
18: Designer?
Seems I’ve written numerous blog posts today, but no book! Perhaps I won’t manage to keep my pledge to write a book in a week after all. And I haven’t even beaten my viewing record – only 114 views on my blog today – and most (probably all of them) from my one and onlyContinue reading “18: Designer?”
16: Getting Out of the Kitchen
Disclaimer: I will receive a commission from Amazon if you choose to purchase a garden-storage container via the image link. Okay, so this post should really be titled ‘Getting Out of The Kitchen 1’ but, it’s really a continuation of my ‘Getting Out of The Day Job’ series – it’s just that the original blogContinue reading “16: Getting Out of the Kitchen”
Rooted
Deprived of roots, she lets her hair loose, shakes it down over roofs and doorways to other people’s mocked-up hovels. Homes without foundations, plastic walls floating – on clogged-up clay. Chalked-up purples and felt-tipped reds clamour for a hold, reaching up to tug down on strands of twisted cells – on tangled death – wanting,Continue reading “Rooted”
The Silly-Savvy Salopian in Suffolk: read, believe and write ... 