Chez Spud

Inspired by Janet of Are We There Yet? [random fact...I share a birthday with her] I’ve hitched a ride on the Postcrossing bandwagon…because who doesn’t like getting lovely things in the post? Chuck in the frisson of excitement of lovely things in the post from total strangers and you can see why the bandwagon is [...]

I’ve been a-pondering…and this is my ‘ponder’….that this is the first year in my whole life that I’ve been acutely aware of the passing of the seasons which, I suppose, is due to living in the country. Previously the seasons have been measured and defined by Spring/Summer and Autumn/Winter collections and, when I lived with [...]

News just in…stop press…stop all the clocks…hold the front page…those well-meaning people who say ‘time heals’ to those who are grieving, probably uttered in that slightly whiney, knowitall voice, head cocked to one side, perhaps nodding a bit for emphasis (”Believe me! I’m right, I’m nodding my head and using my special whiney voice, thus [...]

‘Megaboys’…that’s what MrSpud calls our children, his megaboys or his ‘men’. I think they must actually think they are a new, higher order of boys though as they now call themselves Megaboys (”Daddy! The Megaboys are in the bath!”). Must stop this before they start school for fear of any Lord of the Flies type [...]

Final treasure…my pink, moire silk Anya Hindmarch shoes. I doubt I will ever wear these again as they are too high for me these days thus, in theory, they could be left to burn in the imaginary house fire. But they are so elegant and are beautifully made, so I might have to brave the [...]

I’m certain blogging would be a quicker process if I didn’t have the urge to cram every post with as many photos as possible, but since a picture speaks a thousand words and I’ve already got more than enough words for a lifetime I guess the photos are here to stay. Best buy another couple [...]

Ah my lovely, if rather neglected piano. My parents bought this for me when I was a teenager. We pooled our Christmas money from my grandmother, and pennies were pinched and savings made to find the money to buy this super reconditioned Mickleburgh upright.
I was a latecomer to piano playing, I didn’t start until I [...]

Only a French chap could get away with this – drain pipe blue trousers, pale orange socks and tan boots. The whole outfit was super chic (French again). Ideally I’d have snapped the entire ensemble (look, French yet again! I’m on a roll) but I’d passed out on the pavement, swept away by his Gallic [...]

Success! I managed to order breakfast and, you know, actually get some. Am linguist extraordinaire (look, French again. I’m pretty much bilingual now).
Not a can of coke in sight. 1-0 to Spud.

… although not enough to eat snails I will confess. These gigantic, garlicy ones were snaffled by my friend’s husband while I looked on in horror. Meanwhile I nibbled some melon and drank 25 pints of wine, ouch my head.
Also ouch my poor feet. I walked miles yesterday in what turned out to be literally [...]