I love those moments of discovery

You know the moments I mean. Happening across something that makes you stop in your tracks. Something which puts a new spin on the familiar, which challenges you to see the world differently.

Moments that make you sit up straight, put down the book, and then wiggle in a old person dance style.

Bloggy buddies, met my new enthusiasm, Rhiannon Giddens.


Christy Moore is more likely to make me cry than dance. There’s room for both


Thanks to tv coverage of the Cambridge Folk Festival


in which everybody wins

We were in England recently, staying with Nana & Grandad. As well as the magic of Harry Potter, we did a lot of family stuff, just spending time together. Sitting out in the garden (an impossibility in Belfast due to the on-going November weather), leisurely lunches, catching up.

Spurs Fan took the girls and Grandad on a tour of Tottenham Hotspur Football Club, which was, apparently, wonderful stuff. He’s a proper responsible grown up, but an excitable wee boy when it comes to football and his team. Second only to THFC in his affections are musician Paul Weller, and specifically the music of The Jam.


Imagine his excitement to see that there was an exhibition, The Jam: About the Young Idea– film, posters, memorabilia- during the time we were near London.  And so, one Monday morning, he joined scores of middle aged men at Somerset House, reliving their youth. I found the coffee shop, wifi and free exhibitions, but don’t doubt I might have enjoyed it too.

Happily, Somerset House is handy for one of the bits of London that I like to spend time in, the South Bank. Westminster in one Direction, Tower Bridge in the other. London landmarks everywhere. Lots going on. Moseying, lunch, watching the boats & the people, exploring small shops and the giant Tate Modern, spotting wild birds. Pottering across the footbridge to St Pauls. In the middle of things, without pressing crowds, enjoying the river- its history, crime novels, and modern busyness.

A day of nothing in particular, but full of difference and discovery. A great holiday day.

the lull

“Santa” has been and gone and done. Parcels have been unwrapped. Chaos has been created. Mince pies have been eaten. Potatoes  have been peeled.

I went back to sleep after the presents. I had considered getting washed and dressed then, but my body had other ideas. A while later I had a shower (our new shower produces actual hot water, and it’s still a novelty) and we went out. Red dresses are the Christmas outfit of choice for middle aged women in our parish.

The turkey is cooking slowly. Soon I’ll have to go and take an active part in proceedings, but I love this quiet bit. Things are taking care of themselves, bubbling and roasting. Girls have been playing with gadgets and sparkles, and will help Nana and Grandad with creating a starter. A mid afternoon meal is eminently sensible. Relaxed, gentle and leaving plenty of time for onesies and board games.

I hope you get to spend today as you’d like. Be gentle with yourself. Hug whoever you have with you (pets and cuddly toys included).

Merry Christmas, bloggy buddies.


I’m listening

In the almost empty house, I’m listening to music again. For months it was background noise, competing with the giggling and the Kardashians. Now I can hear the radio, and have the space to listen to it.

This week I’ve made 3 new discoveries. They may not be new to you, so forgive me if I’m very passé or a middle aged cliché. I’m enjoying the finds.




A bit of space, good books, good music, plenty of coffee. Slowly, balance is being restored.