Ah Betwixtmas. Loathed by many but truly a golden time for the introvert as we are finally left alone to read our new stack of books. Where others wander dazed and confused, we luxuriate in the hazy nothing days before the onslaught of New Years recalls us to the real world.
In my very quiet corner of Hampshire a candle burns this evening for #SarahEverard , all the women standing in solidarity at Clapham Common and for all of us who’ve walked with keys between fingers, stomach clenched, heart pounding, praying and hoping that tonight it’s not us.
I’ve always loved the melancholy of In the Bleak Midwinter but seeing it performed in a congregationless Carols from Kings makes it feel particularly apt this year.
Give her what she really wants this Christmas, a home library with at least two secret entrances, one benign ghost, a window to let in the messenger crows, and a collection of vintage leather-bound classics
Why do Christmas themed scented things reek of artificial orange or overpowering cloves rather than the nicest of all Christmas fragrances: gently baking Christmas cake?
The theme of tonight’s yoga class was “core matters”. It finished 20 minutes ago and I can’t lift my arms above shoulder height. I’m not convinced core matters THAT much.
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So one day maybe six years ago, myself and @geowriter were on a walk to Durdle Door (like Lizzie Bennett we are excellent walkers and we decided we should write 'Pride and Prejudice on Facebook'. But we never did. Until lockdown. Here it is....