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25 September 2010

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I break my silence to say how happy this post made me. I wish you countless Saturdays of such small satisfactions and pleasures.

D being D. Wonderful! See you soon. M xxx

Normal sounds pretty idyllic to me and it seems you have savoured every moment. I listened to the leadership results while sitting in a car park in Sheerness of all places - excruciating. And like you disappointed that Oona did not do better.

Gorgeous pic of the EB.

Sounds a perfect day!

Thank God for normal Saturdays.

That is a gorgeous, gorgeous photo! Normal is well worth appreciating, isn't it? Your blog has always shown that you know that and that you have long celebrated the simple pleasures of everyday life -- they must be that much sweeter now. Thanks for the reminder to take the time, breathe deeply, look around, be . . .

Sweet normality is very precious, isn't it. I'm so glad that it is re-emerging in your life.

This post was even relaxing to read. It sounds like you live in some lovely surroundings and more importantly you have lovely people to surround you as well. (and dogs - what kind? My family and I are kind of dog crazy).

Lovely way to spend the day...surrounded by love, good food and time to blog...

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Thought for life

  • The House of Breath, William Goyen
    We are the carriers of lives and legends - who knows the unseen frescoes on the private walls of the skull?

Thinking about . . .

  • Daniel Klein, Travels with Epicurus
    I too listen to music more and more. Throughout my life, music has stirred me more than any other art form, and now, in old age, I find myself listening to it almost every evening, usually alone, for hours at a time.
  • Julia Blackburn, Thin Paths
    I began writing because I liked to write things down. I learnt foreign languages because they seemed to enter my head by a process of osmosis.
  • Joan Bakewell, Stop the Clocks
    I live contentedly alone. It's better that way and I am often thoughtful about what has been and what might have been. There are many like me.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Oh to be reborn within the pages of a book.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Why is it that we lose the things we love, and things cavalier cling to us and will be the measure of our worth after we’re gone?
  • Judith Kerr, Observer Magazine, 22 November 2015
    I don't believe in God. I find it much easier to believe in ancestors. I like to imagine they are pointing us in the right direction.

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