• Contes? Count Me Out! Or: Why I Hate Fairytales

    A conte is a fairy tale. Now, I have never liked fairy tales, ever. As a girl growing up in the 1960s, the only things to read were class-riddled and Golliwog infested Enid Blyton stories, the Swallows and Amazons saga featuring a girl called Titty, Tintin books with their white...


  • Knitting My Socks Off

    Non-knitters, look away now. Actually don’t – I want you to admire my socks! I am very proud of these socks, my first ever pair. If you knew how much I hated knitting in the round, tiny needles and fine yarn, then you’d be proud of me too because those...


  • I Don’t Like Mondays

    Ugh. Monday again. The new departure time for the lycée bus, 6.35am, is proving tough going. It’s  only ten minutes earlier than previously, but at that time of day, one minute equals about twenty! I’m going to bed at 9pm on Sunday, but I don’t tend to sleep very well...


  • Socks and Flocks

    Wool is becoming something of a recurrent theme in my blog at the moment, but since I’m an avid knitter and I own an assortment of woolly animals – llamas, alpacas and sheep – then I suppose it’s only to be expected. First up socks! I have triumphed over the...


  • Wall to Wall Walnuts

    Just some of the walnuts waiting to be processed We are wading through walnuts here at the moment. There’s a bumper crop this year and Chris and I collecting vast quantities every morning during our cycle rides. So far we’ve brought back four full rucksackfuls of them, and not all...