As if I didn’t have enough to keep me occupied and, as it were, out of too much mischief, I’m doing yet another project, and relaunching the Book Blurb website. Yes, I know, that makes four (4) websites I’m writing for, along with this one. What can I say, I’m either a glutton for punishment… Continue reading
We’re back in lockdown. We’re in a RED ZONE, no socialising. None. What. So. Ever! And yet … even at minus 21 outside (with the windchill) the YWCA has decided to hold their annual Christmas Party—for staff and residents—OUTSIDE! Yes, outside, in the parking lot, next to our privacy hedge … with loud music. And… Continue reading
It’s been ages since I wrote an update about how things are here, in my slice of COVID-infected heaven. So, seeing how my partner chose to wake me at 7 am this morning to tell me the good news—that the Orange Cheeto and his spouse were COVID positive—it’s been on my mind for a couple… Continue reading
Finally, a reason to want to buy a subscription to Netflix … THIS!
I mean, come on! Sherlock Holmes’ younger sister, Enola (Millie Bobby Brown,) taking centre stage to solve the puzzle of what’s happened to her mother—who is, of course, played by the superb Helena Bonham Carter. Yes, I’m all in just to see this. The trailer looks like great fun.
Based on the books by Nancy Springer and set in Victorian London (1884), Enola Holmes puts a youthful, female spin of the endeavours of the detective family. With Henry Cavill switching from his Witcher uniform and white hair, to play Sherlock, and Sam Claflin taking on the role of Mycroft. Yet you just know Enola isn’t gong to play ball with her two older brothers and takes it upon herself to become a detective, and find her mother on her own.
We did something dangerous, this week. We bought a clipper set. We bought a very fancy clipper set … to cut hair. To cut ‘our‘ hair—not other people’s hair, just in case you were wondering if I were starting a new business. I’m not. For those of you interested in this kind of thing, it’s… Continue reading
No, this is not a Doctor Who or knock, knock joke. I have been without a doctor since mine retired over two years ago. And, since then, I’ve had to do the walk-in clinic—situated across the road from where we live—and get who ever the doctor is for that day. It is very frustrating when… Continue reading