Month: January 2014

Liebster Award

I was very surprised to log onto Twitter the other day and find that Nadine had nominated me for a ‘blogging’ award which has an appropriately German name – ‘Liebster’ means ‘favourite’ or ‘most loved’ auf Deutsch. Thank you N! I thought it would be a fun thing to complete (the task is answering 11 questions and then setting 11 for others) especially as I have been told I keep my own character a bit of a mystery on my blog – so let’s get to know one another! I tag Johanna, Naomi, Flora, Jessie, Miho and anyone else who feels like it! Have fun, I did!  1.     What inspired you to start blogging? I started this blog when I moved to Germany to teach English for a year in autumn 2011. I wanted an excuse to write and thought it would be a fun way to keep in touch with family and friends. I lived on a little urban island in the Danube (hence the name!) and though I returned to England for final year …

Poem for the Weekend #4

I’d dare to make more mistakes next time. I’d relax. I would limber up. I would be sillier than I have been this trip. I would take fewer things seriously. I would take more chances. I would take more trips. I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers. I would eat more ice cream and less beans. I would perhaps have more actual troubles but I’d have fewer imaginary ones. You see, I’m one of those people who live sensibly and sanely hour after hour, day after day. Oh, I’ve had my moments and if I had it to do over again, I’d have more of them. In fact, I’d try to have nothing else. Just moments. One after another, instead of living so many years ahead of each day. I’ve been one of those people who never go anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a raincoat and a parachute. If I had my life to live over, I would start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that way later in …

Words for your Wednesday

“Why am I afraid to dance, I who love music and rhythm and grace and song and laughter? Why am I afraid to live, I who love life and the beauty of flesh and the living colors of the earth and sky and sea? Why am I afraid to love, I who love love?”  – Eugene O’Neill {image on film: Suffolk, 2012}

Happy moments.

1. Candy-coloured sunset from the empty Piccadilly line. 2. Beautiful glass sculpture hung from the ceiling at the V&A. 3. Sunshine & century-old terraces (old houses make me happy.) 4. Favourite Saturday breakfast with the newspaper. (Hey Guardian Family supplement….if you need a new sub-editor, call me!) 5. The view from a blustery Primrose Hill one lunchtime. 6. And, me. Learning to love my perpetually unbrushed tangles (excuse my dirty hair!) and 22 years worth of laughter lines.  Tell me, what did you enjoy this week? 

Poem for the Weekend #3

I first discovered Homero Aridjis lying on the sofa at Rudi and Christl’s home in Regensburg. An anthology of his poetry was sitting on their coffee table and I must have picked it up absentmindedly. It was June and sweltering. A thunderstorm had just passed through and fat, unctuous raindrops were trickling down the windowsill. I was mourning somebody I had cared for. I turned the page to this poem and fell in love in a way one does with poems when you read them at the right time. I love it just as much today as I did that rainy June day. I REMEMBER YOU RUNNING DOWN THE STREET I remember you running down the street, wrapped in a shabby raincoat, me dressed in green and for a Friday, covering your head in a newspaper so your father couldn’t see us. It was November and drizzling, over the raincoat your soaked hair was a butterfly floating in air. Out of your open purse dropped coins which were picked up by a beggar. Street after …