function Chicken and Custard

Sunday, 14 December 2014

Things from Yesterday...

A wander through town.
Graphic novels from a new-to-us shop.
A fab green wall.
A bright blue door.
A compliment.
A castle.
Finger lickin' doughnuts.
A frosty wall to write on.
A city bathed in winter sun.
A barrel organ.
A Christmas craft fair.
An excellent exhibition.
A husband who is not shy of a photo.
A huge Christmas tree.
A carousel.
Hot chocolate.
Mulled wine.
A great dinner.
A walk home on sparkly paths.


Christmas Is Coming

Monday, 8 December 2014

What You Can't See

is that up there on that stage, 
directly behind the conductor in navy
is our girl, playing her clarinet. In an orchestra.
An actual orchestra. 

Is there nothing this girl is afraid of?

Saturday, 6 December 2014

First Frost

Overnight, a giant spilt icing sugar on the ground,
He spilt it in the hedgerows, and the trees without a sound,
He made a wedding-cake of the haystack in the field,
He dredged the countryside and the grass was all concealed,
He sprinkled sugar on the roofs, in patches not too neat,
And in the morning when we woke, the world around was sweet.

Frost by Valerie Bloom

Friday, 5 December 2014

Thursday, 4 December 2014

Good News

We have spent too many hours of our lives in this corridor.
Looking at this doorway and this sign.

But the good news is, we don't need to come back for 9 months.
NINE whole months.