Sarah

Cupboard Love

The rumour was that Miss Rosenthal had been found in the chemistry lab store cupboard with Mr Armitage with her blouse undone, and buttons missing, and her hair all over the place, and that the headmistress had called them into her office to discuss their future prospects at the school. Continue reading “Cupboard Love”

Creative Dreaming

Has anyone tried this, and had any success?

Miss Polly (Short story Competition)

Josie looked out at the rain with an air of frustration. Squally showers and a buffeting wind had arrived since lunch time: not ideal weather to encourage Polly to come out of her shell and let go of her ragdoll. She seemed to be permanently attached to the thing lately, not wanting to join in with anything or anyone, wearing a subdued mood like a cloak. Continue reading “Miss Polly (Short story Competition)”

Blustery day

Here it has become increasingly blustery as darkness falls and the forecast is for high winds, particularly along the south coast. The day has been sunshine, wind and showers. The water butts are re-filled. Enough already.

What’s your weather like?

Get your priorities right

Ask not what you can do for your country. Ask what’s for lunch.

Orson Wells.

The real thing…

I have been asked how I enjoyed the ‘Arvon’ course and the response is that is was absolutelybloodyfantastic and I’m already thinking I may book another one next year.

The house, ‘The Hurst’ is in Shropshire, just outside Clun and the setting is beautiful, especially, of course at this time of the year. The grounds are extensive, the lake very peaceful, shimmering with damsel flies, and the trees magnificent and full of birdsong. Continue reading “The real thing…”

Arvon

Not every one wants to know about this, but I have posted on my own blog for anyone that is interested. You can find it here:

http://pseu1.wordpress.com/2010/07/07/ask-away/

My Type of Quotation

The surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that it has never tried to contact us. ~ Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes Continue reading “My Type of Quotation”

All over bar the pouting?

I have been around at a friend’s house sipping Pimms in the garden while our menfolk shouted at the TV.They all seem a little disappointed.

Mid-Summer Roses

The house is an old rectory with a large driveway surrounded by a shrubbery which is beautiful in a rambling, neglected sort of way. The front door is surrounded by climbing roses – a deep, deep red one and pale pink with huge thorns. Maybe Albertine, I think? When I press the bell I can hear it echoing through the house. Continue reading “Mid-Summer Roses”