So there is me and Shakespeare and Shirley Temple and the Six Million Dollar Man and many many more and several other trillions who share the birthday of  Saint Georges Day. St George is the patron saint of Aragon, Catalonia, England, Ethiopia, Georgia, Greece, Lithuania, Palestine, Portugal and Russia!

So disappeared from the throbbing metropolis what is London to the quietness what is Shropshire. 8 miles from a shop and a pub and 7 minutes walk to the nearest road , surrounded by….sheep!


Deep deep joy it was not to hear the hum of the 4 close neighbours’ tvs and electrical appliances that seep through walls and ceilings, and the dainty feet of the upstairs giant who clumps up and down the stairs, be it day or night, or the flushing of upstairs toilet, turning of a taps, showering…’till the wee small hours of the night,  the rumble of the buses and the light pollution …ah, home sweet home! No wonder the country folk want to keep us townies away. What is that noise over yonder valley? It’s a bird ! I wonder if we took the population of Britain and then divided the land out evenly how much we would each get?

So  Polly  our beautiful host had a birthday party too in the local hall  as she had a special birthday and we danced and ate and sung and had a thoroughly lovely time.

dancing on a saturday night….
clap clap here and a clap clap there

Cracking kaylee  band ( don’t ask me to spell it!) we  walked and sat and watched the weather.

what! still crocheting?

Wow that volcanic dust did sure help the sunsets! Check out my Photo of the week.




Sunset over Shropshire with a hint of Icelandic Fairy Dust

the singing girls at mudchute farmOh deep joy, the sun is out and I got to sing.

This year I am going to post pictures of everyone I sing with. I am filling in for someone at Trinity School of Music for a singing class for 50+ for Isle of Dogs residents. I am in love already with this fantastic group of women so the term is already looking very sweet and I get to walk though Mudchute farm and see the madness that is sheep in the middle of the rising skyscrapers of the Canary Wharf

yes..real sheep in the isle of dogs.
yes..real sheep in the isle of dogs.(?)
canary wharf and the sheep.

So day after that went to the Albert Hall via the amazing Whole Earth place in Kensington High Street where I had to indulge in a bit of suchi – that’s the food budget for the week gone. Seared suchi . The gorgeous woman who served me attacked it with a blow torch which did give the fish a slightly smokey flavour..and was quite flashy..she said it deepens the flavour!seared suchi..what ever the granny square so then I arrived at the marvellous Albert Hall. Many of the Camden staff having been there since the crack of sparrows. In fact Sheena reckoned she arrived before the sparrows had woken up. So felt a little guilty swanning in at 2.30pm and all the f/t teachers( which I was once) had been with their classes since dawn and would be with them till they dropped them off at school at 10pm tonight..if the coaches arrived on time. So had a really really quick rehearsal with the secondaries and got to hold Liv’s new baby Liv and childwhile she conducted her arrangement of Shine.

yup they are all there beind the band...
yes they are all there ..behing the band!

Then I took a picture of all the staff and students who were singing IQUDe the song I arranged and conducted. The secondaries sung really well!It is such fun conducting at the Albert Hall…could do it all night.

The concert was amazing. The programme the best ever. There was a whole section of excerpts from Carmen and the Pocket opera and 2000 kids singing all the choruses. The Maria Fidelis Gospel Choir fresh from their win on Songs of Praise Choir of the year with the wonderful MD Karen Gibson and Emmanuel on Piano. Jazz bands concert orchestras, all manner of instrumental groups. I loved so many of the songs. Well done everyone!

lost in kensington....

So I managed to get lost on the way back to the tube. But got home in one piece.

well the party is nearly over…back to work..lots to do

exciting things …but have just started to wind down. You know that one, and then it is ready to start again and I have been procrastinating.

so many squares so little time

but the granny squares are going well,

although it becomes a little obsessive and you can’t stop,

and you think, ‘I’ll just do one more’

and then you realize how many you are actually going to have to do to make a blanket ,

and you think ‘well I could turn it into a bag maybe’.

the weather is divine ..London Blossom is busting out all over

London blossom today...You cannot beat urban blossom for giving us a lift.. and the heath is lovely at the moment, and so many opportunites to eat cake have arisen

please be like this when I get to wake up on top of a hill surrounded by sheep for my birthday ( cough cough) next Friday.





Happy granny square – Crochet Me.

So here I go

crochet hook in hand

wish me luck x x x


what happens….. Mel phones me up, do I wanna do lunch…never ‘do lunch’ so i said yeh!

probably won’t have a day for months..

‘meet you in archway in 15’….so i run past Station Road where they have planted 32 trees

hurrah for Islington Council Tree Department

so we found this lovely place next to Lady Cabs in Archway close called Spaghi

£6.95 for 2 courses Italian…nice and talked non stop for two hours

and now I need a nap…..