It was another day of 30C and we ventured out to see the Giacometti exhibition at Tate Modern, where photos are not allowed. The walk around the area was fascinating and brought back memories of being there 40 years ago when our son was in Guy’s Hospital having heart operations. I spent hours in Southwark Cathedral when D was in the operating theatre.
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We did the school run this morning though it was more of a scoot. I loved the scooter parking spot.
One of the family cats likes to rest halfway up the stories and has to be carefully stepped over. Boris is very beautiful indeed and is a Himalayan. Here he waits with Piglet for the return of the children.
I couldn’t resist buying some of these little beauties this morning. Now to find a recipe. Any ideas?
The low early morning sun created pleasing shadows on the wall behind our monkey planter.
Our rainbow maker was throwing rainbows around the room today and after many attempts I caught a rainbow on our little model police box, less than two inches tall, our own little Tardis. It in in my print tray with lots of other little treasures
1 Spotted in a tool box – aren’t these just beautiful things to work with?!
2 I walked down to the local allotments this afternoon to find my neighbour enjoying a cup of tea with other alottmenteers. All the following photos were taken around the plots.
3 Back at home, my Three Wise Monkeys planter (made for me by local artist, Jeremy Beswick) always makes me smile, never more so when the miniature daffodils are coming into bloom.
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1 The streets of Carharrack, the village I go to for my piano lesson each week, are lined with daffodils, which even on the greyest and coldest of March days as this has been, make me smile.
2 I’ve finished off the smallest of the cardigans I’m making for our new Grand-baby due in just over three weeks. Two more to sew up now. This cardigan, like the others, has mother-of-pearl buttons from my Grandfather’s collection – the baby’s Great, Great, Grandfather! I really love that!
3 A simple supper tonight of Stuffed Tomatoes – delicious with a spinach salad with a balsamic dressing.
1 From the window of the Zed Shed while other parts were being learned, I was looking at the beautiful yacht, the mast of which I showed you a few weeks ago. The beautiful graining on this wooden pulley block caught my eye.
2 Every week, some friends in the choir bring their fresh eggs to sell. These ones were particularly beautiful in their variety of colours and are now sitting in our old wooden egg holder in the bottom row.
3 Some years ago I ‘wrote’ another blog and today found a comment saying how inspirational it is! The words in the blog were not mine. Let me explain by giving you some of the first post here:
July 11th 2009
Today, while sorting some of my late Father’s papers, I came across an envelope marked Suffragette’s Diary and I began to read. Serendipity indeed – the entries begin on July 12th 1909, one hundred years ago come tomorrow. What follows is a transcript of the Diary, written by an unknown Suffragette, who was imprisoned in Holloway , along with a number of other window breakers. I have used only initials for the other prisoners though they are in the Diary in full. The only name we don’t know is that of the author.
As my Great Grandmother was a Suffragette, also imprisoned in Holloway, I have a particular interest and intend to read, transcribe and publish each day so don’t yet know how the story will unfold.
If you have time and interest, do go along and have a read. It is utterly fascinating! Please comment and let me know how it affects you.
P.S. I promised to let you know how much The Suitcase Singers raised for Comic Relief with our Goodbye Gig last Saturday – £111.41 from ticket sales,a small auction and contributions. Brilliant! That’s £161.41 altogether with the cake sales. Thank you so much to all concerned.