Frosty Morning

I did a lot of moving around last year — three different flats in North London, West London and Sussex, two weeks in Canada, six weeks in Morocco, a week in France… don’t get me wrong, I LOVE moving around. I’m a Sagittarian after all. But some of my good habits went out the window with this peripatetic life  — especially my morning jog. Now, I’m not a runner — I am a very slow jogger. I’d be an annoying jogging partner to anyone who wants to feel the burn. But jogging at a tortoise’s pace, rather than a hare’s is okay by me. It makes me feel good. I listen to the birds, breathe in the fresh air and enjoy the sun — or wind — or, most likely  in England, rain — on my face.

Now that I’ve settled, for the time being at least, in a pretty rented flat in Sussex, with a park just outside the backyard, and with the dawning of the new year, I figured it was high time to dig out those “good shoes” of my blog title and stretch my legs around the park. So far, so good. For the past week I’ve been working my way up to 10 times around the park (up to 7 now) without stopping. And I’ve been reminded of the perks of being out early on a frosty winter morning.




Good morning, sunshine! And a Happy New Year to you too.


The Week Before Christmas

Oh, it’s been all go here this past week. I spent a fun day Christmas shopping in Brighton last weekend. The weather was mild, the sun shone and Christmas cheer was on offer.

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Then, of course, there’s the present wrapping…


…and the decking the halls…

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Followed by the trifle-making, of course (Nigella’s recipe).

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Waiting for the custard to cool…


…to be assembled on Boxing Day for a lunchtime buffet. Oh yes, of course, I’ll post that too.