Demolishing salty pear compote and Chana dahl. New Years Eve yoga where the asanas were long and the wind outside blew hard. Reading Muriel Sparks – The Hothouse by the River and 26 Grains (see pear compote and Chana dhal). Notes. And more notes. Dunking biscotti.
Every year I choose a word as my mantra – this year it was Consistency. In reality it should have been Relentless. Amongst the sleepless nights and anxiety there have been nuggets of goodness to be grateful for. To summarise December …….. Darkness, lots of darkness. The wonder of fairy lights. Lots of black coffee, gym and yoga (consistent). Having a roof over my head and a cosy bed to sleep in (or not sleep as the case may […]
April is the month I love, but dread. All four of us celebrate birthdays within two weeks of each other, mine being the last. The days are longer, a whiff of promise of better things to come. But somehow I am always left knackered and stressed, usually to do with lack of finances and running around like an idiot. But……I am a firm believer that its the little things in life that make the big things in life. The little […]