Category: postaday

  • It is the day after the Bank Holiday weekend and it is  the quietest day for ages. There is no pattering rain, almost no  holiday D.I Y-ing, banging, drilling across the back garden fences. My email has not pinged for over an hour. The builders in the neighbourhood must be taking a longer weekend. At…

  • Yup, it is grey and wet and miserable yet again. The sun seems to have packed its bags and headed off to Scotland? All of last week was grey and here it is, another wet and soggy Monday. Mr P could not go to work today as it was so nasty out there. Diggin’ in…

  • One of the nicest things about the singing days I am invited to lead is most organise ‘lunch to share’. Now how does this work you may ask? Very well, as is happens. I always have this slight trepidation that every one will bring humous, and I have to say, I have been to workshops…

  • So today, with the help of Mr P and niece, I wrote and recorded a song about rockets in space, put up a backdrop in the flat, covered it all in stars, dressed up Mr P. and niece in appropriate alien costumes, videoed dance routines, made a roast chicken dinner, tidied up the ‘film studio’…