“I’ll Pheeze You, In Faith”

Another year; another pile of books. Quite a lot of these seem to have been carried over from the last pile. Don’t think I’m doing very well here. However, one of my surely ill-fated New Year’s Resolutions is to read books of different genres (i.e. less classic, historical, romantic fiction). So here we have a non- fiction memoir about a woman’s battle with breast cancer; an Italian novel in translation, recommended by Nick Clegg (!);  a very funny satire of Dr. Johnson, sprung to fame from an anonymous twitter account; a classic I claim to know merely because I’ve seen and love the West End musical; admittedly, an historical classic (Fowles), but one I incurred a huge library fine for before acquiring my own copy and am thus determined to get beyond chapter 2; a Man Booker shortlisted novel written in a new and innovative style far outside my comfort zone; Birdsong, which I’ve put off reading for too long and want to read so that I can go see the new stage show; and yes, another craft book so that I can annoy my family still further by leaving thread and scraps of material around the house! And then there’s a novel I read in proof form that I’m very much looking forward to seeing out in hardback later this year…

Any New Year reading challenges on the horizon for you? Maybe this year will even be the year I finish a Russian Tolstoy classic! (Pigs flying?!)



I have spent the week in bracing cold Yorkshire, visiting relatives, and assisting my grandfather’s family history hunt (or at least, attempting to). This was how my sister and I discovered that one of our great great grand uncles, sadly killed in WWI, was called Sylvester. Which is almost as great a first name as Escalus – the opening word of Measure for Measure.

Another brief post to wrap up 2010, featuring perhaps one of my most adventurous craft projects – involving second hand china and melting candle wax to near boiling point over a stove. The result is fun and vintage: teacup candles for friends (or yourself!).

Should auld acquaintance be forgot/ And never brought to mind? …
For auld lang syne, my dear / For auld lang syne. We’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet /
For auld lang syne.