Monthly Archives: February 2014

Dear friends

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It would seem that the last couple of days have been self doubt days for a number of my friends.

Well I’ve got a message for you from my blessed to have brilliant friends heart …… You’re all fabulous and brilliant and sparkly and shiny and gregarious and amazing and talented and beautiful and without you my life wouldn’t be half as much fun.

There. That’s you told.

Repeat after me “I’m brilliant” and if you’re Scottish like my brilliant mad as a box of frogs Jimmy is you can say “I’m brillYANT”.

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Conversations, smiles and warm hearts

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There I was doing the thing I can do really well and by really well I mean really well not just playing at it. I can talk. I can also listen. I’ve got a certificate to say I’ve passed a Spoken English ‘O’ Level* so that means I can do it in exam circumstances.

Anyway, there I was jabbering away to my friend on the meat counter and a gentle old lady said to us “you carry on, I’ve remembered something else I’ve forgotten”. She wandered off, we looked at each other. When she came back I said that we’d finished talking, well this lovely old girl tapped my arm and said “it’s lovely to hear people talking, it’s lovely to see friends smiling, it’s something I miss”. I wanted to scoop her up and take her out for the day.

She explained that she had moved to Wokingham from Trowbridge and where she lives she doesn’t see a soul, so her visit to Waitrose had lifted her spirits. Actually you lovey old girl YOU lifted MY spirits.

In an age of fast moving, never stopping, time hungry, busy lives there’s things you miss and wish you could make more time for. This old girl didn’t whinge about her advancing years or her declining health, she hankered after something so simple, something that I find so natural and I’d like to think that she got some kind of warm heart after speaking to me, like I did from speaking to her.

* For you young readers an O Level is 1985’s equivalent to your GCSEs.

Please can we go to ….

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It’s my birthday soon and I like to string it out! I’m off to Lotte’s Kitchen at some stage. If you’ve not been WHY??

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Lotte’s Kitchen   ….

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is something I often hear from my youngest, backed up by the other two.  It’s a good 45 minutes plus to get there from home, not a massively long way but not really possible after picking everyone up from school and allowing for dilly dallying.  Soon is my standard response!

During half term with no time constraints we headed over to Lotte’s.  I phoned ahead and booked a table, bundled the children into the car and set off.  I do think know my children despair of my day trips / adventures / journeys so there was a certain amount of grumbling about being in the car and that monotone of “where are we going?”.

“We’re off to Lotte’s for lunch” was met with cheers and all at once they plotted their milk shake, they’d decided on a brownie and who was going to sit where…

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It amused me!

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I drove past the Drs the other day and it reminded me of this blog post.

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Well, 2 amusing things happened at the Drs yesterday, well at the pharmacy to be precise.

Pharmacy assistant looked at my prescription and said “oh I love the name Rosemary”, to which I said “well I hate it, do I look like a Rosemary?” She said “no but I do love the name!”.

Then the Pharmacist said “take 2 of these (HUGE massive elephant sized antibiotics) an hour before food or on an empty stomach” …. to which I replied “do I look like I ever have an empty stomach or am ever an hour away from food?”.

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Spare Brides by Adele Parks

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Many years ago after reading an article about Adele Parks in Junior magazine we started chatting about her books, book covers and life in general. Since then I have read most of her books and enjoyed them immensely, so I was hugely excited at the opportunity of reviewing her new book Spare Brides.

First of all the cover is stunning and I will readily admit I do judge a book by its cover. I was most certainly not disappointed by the cover of Spare Brides or the story that unfolded when I snuggled down with the dog and a cup of tea (that went cold!).

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The story is set in the 1920s and is Adele’s first historical novel. I am fascinated by days gone by and when I was reading it I felt I was actually there. I could quite easily imagine the voices.

The voices are of course…

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Spare Brides by Adele Parks

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Many years ago after reading an article about Adele Parks in Junior magazine we started chatting about her books, book covers and life in general. Since then I have read most of her books and enjoyed them immensely, so I was hugely excited at the opportunity of reviewing her new book Spare Brides.

First of all the cover is stunning and I will readily admit I do judge a book by its cover. I was most certainly not disappointed by the cover of Spare Brides or the story that unfolded when I snuggled down with the dog and a cup of tea (that went cold!).

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The story is set in the 1920s and is Adele’s first historical novel. I am fascinated by days gone by and when I was reading it I felt I was actually there. I could quite easily imagine the voices.

The voices are of course Sarah, Ava, Lydia, Beatrice. Four women who are all living after the war, each with their own struggles and stories. An amazing group of women. Strong and delicate in their own ways. The moment a certain man appeared and walked out of the café on Marble Arch I too was desperate for the handsome stranger to reappear.

Without giving too much away it’s worth clearing your diary and settling down to read.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

Nellie Williams
February 2014

It’s all so quiet

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Well that half term week was jam packed and despite being half term it was frantic, but frantic in a nice way. We saw family and friends, we had lie ins and late nights, we spent time in cities, towns and villages, travelling country roads and busy motorways.

Last night there was the normal Sunday evening angst about where things were but thankfully no talk of last minute homework as it had been done. Hurrah!!

Now I’m home in a quiet house and it’s bliss because there’s no squabbling, no loud music, no sounds of grumping. On the other hand it’s very quiet. The only noise is the dog as he settles back onto the sofa to watch the world and wait for the girls to return. It’s at that point the peace and tranquility will end but the house will be full of giggling, grumping and girls. That’s the noise I like but I like the sound of silence too.