Author: Grace

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Flowers and Memories

The scent of hyacinths reminds me of a scratch and sniff postcard. The postcard was bought in Holland yonks ago. I was on a youth trip there and in my early teens. I posted...

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Translations

Interesting what can happen when your book is translated -‘Ordinary Miracles’ has a German edition and it’s called ‘Rosie, or The Fear of Love’ (in German of course). I like both versions! ‘Ready Or...

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The Joy Of Low Expectations

There’s a lot to be said for sometimes doing various things that you don’t feel you have to be good at. Instead of striving for excellence like wonderful Olympic athletes, a pottering about or...

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Birds and Cherry Blossoms

My sweet pea seedlings are on a windowsill and some of the lavender looks like it’s perking up in the patio. The friendly robin now has a partner. Just this morning I saw the...

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Old Songs and Jet Planes

One of my favourite songs as a teenager was ‘Leaving On A Jet Plane’ by Peter Paul and Mary. When I danced to it at school hops it lent a magnificent poignancy to the...

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How To Get A Winter Glow

During dark and cold winter evenings thoughts of evening hibernation in front of the telly gorging on large wedges of chocolate cake become increasingly tempting. Even the most fashionable types can find themselves lusting...

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Flowers and Soft Grass

The longish walk to the walled garden was worth it. Blossoms, sunshine, and soft grass to lie on. Comfortable silences and chats with a friend. That was last Saturday and now it’s raining. Good...

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An Old Recipe And A Most Unusual Biscuit

The first biscuits I ever baked were called ‘Melting Moments’. I was about eight years old when I found the recipe in a cookery notebook my mother kept in a kitchen drawer. It was...

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The Layered Look

It is the weather for layers, but one of my armchairs also has the layered look! I do like soft chairs, so missed them at boarding school. Also really like cosy cafes with comfy...

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WHAT A SHAWL TAUGHT ME

The shawl is cerise and gold and festooned with flowers. Some say it looks Persian, it certainly looks exotic. A flamboyant fabric garden of petals, leaves and branches. Looking at it now I am...

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THE POPCORN LADY ON THE BUS

I once sat beside a very smartly-dressed middle-aged woman on a crowded bus. She was eating a big bag of popcorn, devouring it actually, she was shoving her hand right into the bottom of...