Tuesday Tattle

Aside

It’s so cold I’ve donned an old Arran cricket sweater knitted by my Scottish, dear departed MIL; it reaches almost to my knees and – unusually is made of the same colour wool (creamy white) throughout. It could be a reincarnation – she often unwound garments to re-use the wool – hence the colour variation. It encloses my frame with a loving impermeable warmth and I’m thankful for it.

We were talking about my birthday in March and as there is nothing I need or particularly hanker for, MTL is going to buy me books which I’m happy about. I have a possible three which were mentioned by Blogger friends but I wonder if you have a book which you could recommend. Doesn’t matter if it is fiction or non fiction – I don’t like sci- fi and probably have enough poetry books, so anything else and if you can be bothered to tell me why I should read it I’ll be very grateful. Thank you in anticipation.

Senses of humour are funny things; I’ve never laughed at Chaplin or Laurel and Hardy so I was happy to be laughing out loud at a new sit-com last Saturday. It helps if you like the people involved and with Roger Lloyd Pack (anyone remember his father Charles) of 'Vicar of Dibley' fame, Clive Swift( 'Keeping up Appearances') Jane Asher ( Macca’s first girl friend, actress and cake maker) and Katherine Parkinson, there is no problem – all highly likeable and talented. Briefly its two old blokes – heterosexual – living together and both lusting after their gorgeous neighbour. So refreshing after some of the stuff that’s churned out. ‘The Old Guys’ BBC 1.9.30pm Saturday.

This morning we have snow at last. My camera won’t work. I might cry.