Brocante Bookmarks.

Some things escape my attention on a daily basis. Some things get tucked to the back of my mind and I leave them there on purpose. Some things are so deadly dull  I simply can’t  be bothered. I can’t be bothered until  all those things I’ve swept under the carpet cause a bump so big…

When Helen and I were little, our favorite books were those from the "Frances" series by Russell Hoban- the cutest little stories about a stubborn little bear called Frances and his furry family and friends. Re-reading the stories last night (Have I got no life, or have I got no life?) it struck me that…

So there you are tra-laing through your scrumptious little life, when oops! you carelessly lose your husband. So you wallow and wail and cry. You eat nothing but cucumber for a fortnight and convince yourself that having lost a stone he  is bound to be wowed all over again by your sheer beauty and fall…

Some days I think kneading bread is akin to meditation. And other days it feels like a  hideously tough session down the gym.  (One day I will give up exaggerating. I promise).This then is for my "arms are dropping off" days.  I tried it and wonders will never cease, it works. Don’tcha just love it…