Walking Away

Walking Away

Tuesday, 17 July 2012


Tomorrow my story 'The Last Corner' is going to be published on 1000words. I'm so excited to think it was considered good enough. I love it but then I love my stories even the really bad ones :) http://1000words.org.uk/

Thursday, 12 July 2012


Just back from spending four days with Sal in Morecambe. Only rained a little when we went to the Midland Hotel for afternoon tea on Tuesday. Unfortunately it was fully booked so we waltzed out, not flounced out, that would have been rude and went to the jetty cafe and had scampi and chips, delicious.

Yesterday we walked 6 miles along the canal to Carnforth Station to eat at The Brief Encounter cafe. It was like stepping back in time to the 1945 David Lean's classic film set. I  felt like Celia Johnson except I was eating wonderful stuffed mushrooms, potato skins and salad followed by a scone with raspberry jam. Didn't see anyone that remotely looked like Trevor Howard. Bought a tea towel.

Managed to read Carol Birch's Jamrach's Menagerie. It's an excellent story and very well written. Ate quiche made by Sal and Morecambe shrimps on toast. Sal is an excellent hostess. Thanks Sal.

Monday, 2 July 2012

Bathroom Blues

It's day 8 or working day 7, either way its been too long without a bathroom. Lucky for us we have an outside toilet else I'd have worn out the patience of a saint keep knocking on doors asking to use the neighbours lavey.
Day 1, the tiles came off the wall with the bathroom fitter tutting that the plaster was crumbling and it would need re-plastering. what a surprise the house was built in 1939....Survived the 2nd world war and wasn't coventrated.
Day 2, all the bathroom fittings and fixtures removed. Goodbye Darth Vader complete with Light Sabre and shower gel. Goodbye Mother Duck and two little ducks with the yellow paint peeling off that my mother bought us years ago.
Day 3, plaster boarded, shower tray fitted
Day 4, new ceiling with spotlights and extractor that looks like a spotlight only bigger.
Day 5, Day off .... no workmen.... no kettle on the boil.
Day 6, New window, one wall tiled. (love the tiles seeings I couldn't remember what we'd chosen and was dreading they would be dark and horrid)
Day 7,  the Sabbath
Day 8, walls nearly all tiled, floor tiles laid and instructions not to walk on them.

I had the first five days off work to man the kettle and have a love hate relationship with the bathroom fitter. Back to work now with husband in charge of the kettle. Perfect bliss.

Showering everyday is like a military operation. Packing towels, shampoo, soap, hair dryer lugging the bag around in case I spot a free shower. Where have the Victorian slipper baths gone? My parents happily let me run up their stairs cartwheeling into the bathroom.

I know one thing I'll never have another bathroom fitted in my lifetime unless we move house and that isn't likely. Few more days and I hope I'll have the bathroom of my dreams. Not that I've ever dreamt about a new bathroom. :)

Things I like

  • Writing
  • Wit
  • Voltaire's Candide
  • Theatre
  • Shoes
  • Reading
  • Music
  • Laughter
  • Coleslaw
  • Cheese