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Picture the scene:
The sun tries to shine on a cold November day. The tall silver birch tree appears skeletal and grey, its cloak of leaves dropped carelessly to the ground, its trunk swaying in the wind. Our heroine is standing at the top of a ladder, trying to place some bird food into a container her husband thoughtfully tied to a high branch to stop the wild birds falling prey to the local cats.
The foodstuff in question is fat balls. For those of you who don't feed birds, are tennis ball sized confections of nuts, seeds and gooey stuff that our robins, blue tits and blackbirds really like. It is one of these that falls, at some speed, from as high as the foolish girl up the ladder's arm could stretch above her head onto the bridge of her nose before bouncing onto the hard ground. It doesn't break upon impact, being of quite a solid consistency.
The tree is now decorated with half coconuts, gaily coloured bags of peanuts and sunflower seeds and the dangerous fat balls and the girl has apparently broken her nose and has been suffering from the kind of headache which is immune to painkillers for two days. Still, I have provided the birds with munchies and the new kittens 2 doors down with entertainment they can watch from their window.
Food of the week: Dauphinoise potatoes - it's only seasoned potato slices with butter, cooked in stock in the oven, but yummy, yummy!
Book of the week: The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy. Beautifully written, very compelling, the human story transcends its surroundings, a great read, but not a happy book.
Films of the week: Cabaret. Never seen it before, loved it, reckon Chris Corner has seen the performance of EmCee by Joel Grey, in a good way. More men should wear false eyelashes and lipstick in my opinion.
The Golden Compass. Not as essential as the book, but very well done. Curious that Lyra should have such dark eyes if she's the spawn of Daniel Craig and the lovely Nicole Kidman, both the owners of startlingly blue eyes.
Question: if you had a daemon which animal would yours be?
I'd like to think mine would be a cat of some sort, but I expect I'd be less glamorous than that.
The sun tries to shine on a cold November day. The tall silver birch tree appears skeletal and grey, its cloak of leaves dropped carelessly to the ground, its trunk swaying in the wind. Our heroine is standing at the top of a ladder, trying to place some bird food into a container her husband thoughtfully tied to a high branch to stop the wild birds falling prey to the local cats.
The foodstuff in question is fat balls. For those of you who don't feed birds, are tennis ball sized confections of nuts, seeds and gooey stuff that our robins, blue tits and blackbirds really like. It is one of these that falls, at some speed, from as high as the foolish girl up the ladder's arm could stretch above her head onto the bridge of her nose before bouncing onto the hard ground. It doesn't break upon impact, being of quite a solid consistency.
The tree is now decorated with half coconuts, gaily coloured bags of peanuts and sunflower seeds and the dangerous fat balls and the girl has apparently broken her nose and has been suffering from the kind of headache which is immune to painkillers for two days. Still, I have provided the birds with munchies and the new kittens 2 doors down with entertainment they can watch from their window.
Food of the week: Dauphinoise potatoes - it's only seasoned potato slices with butter, cooked in stock in the oven, but yummy, yummy!
Book of the week: The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy. Beautifully written, very compelling, the human story transcends its surroundings, a great read, but not a happy book.
Films of the week: Cabaret. Never seen it before, loved it, reckon Chris Corner has seen the performance of EmCee by Joel Grey, in a good way. More men should wear false eyelashes and lipstick in my opinion.
The Golden Compass. Not as essential as the book, but very well done. Curious that Lyra should have such dark eyes if she's the spawn of Daniel Craig and the lovely Nicole Kidman, both the owners of startlingly blue eyes.
Question: if you had a daemon which animal would yours be?
I'd like to think mine would be a cat of some sort, but I expect I'd be less glamorous than that.
