It’s weird , I feel a bit guilty if I don’t write on Rosie’s website .But I’ve come to the point I feel what I say is boring .When I write about grief ,I’ve said it before .When I write about me ,I’m in danger of narcissistic , When I write about art ,I don’t really know what I’m talking about , and when I write about stuff ,it’s just stuff .
So I’m just going to do a bit of brain gym ( or as my colleague ,Paul , calls it – a brain dump ) and say whatever comes into my head –
‘Call the Midwife’ and ‘The Favourite’ – both fab and both about women who are screwed up as their child died ( 17 in the case of Queen Anne ) ……and I said i wouldn’t write about grief .
The visit to The House of Commons was exciting and beautiful and I was proud to be in invited .Big it up for ‘The Cultural Inclusion Manifesto’………….
Having Sunday lunch with Alice and her family was a treat .
Cliveden with C&B was a down dale up hill beaut of a walk followed by the best proper ( pastry underneath and on top ) steak pie and chips ever .Thumbs up to the pub waiter who bought us 2 extra boats of home-made gravy .
My 60th birthday magical mystery tour on Saturday was to Kettle’s Yard ,Cambridge . What a house and gallery .I’m inspired .I’m looking at 106 in a different light .Should I hang pictures below the Dado rail ?
I don’t want to walk on my kitchen tiles -they are so beautiful .
I’m worried my steak pie might make a reappearance during Zumba tonight ****