I’ve made one of my own. Reason being, we had some banana loaf that needed eating. It’s now the base of the trifle with some blackberry jam on. Then a layer of mandarins, red jelly and custard, with the topping you see here.
One good thing about the weather getting colder, is that we have a real fire. There’s nothing like watching real flames and warming your hands by the fire with a cup of tea and a huge bowl of trifle. The diet can wait until tomorrow.
Now I’m working on the next chapter of my latest book and loving it. Still reading through A Factory Affair as well, ready for the release of the paperback. We’ve had some good walks lately through woodlands where fallen leaves were ankle deep, only I didn’t take the phone or camera. Sometimes It’s good to enjoy the moment and forget about camera phones and all things media related.
Enjoy your week, whatever you may be doing, and to anyone doing nanowrimo, keep writing. I didn’t sign up for it, but doing lots of writing all the same.
This time we found time to go on the Torquay Eye, that’s the view from the top.
We also had chance to check up on the country estate, it was in a bit of a state, but the gardens are fabulous. Anybody know where it is? Well worth a look around to see how elaborate the building is and the gardens are spectacular with a team working on them all year round.
To this is the house, and these are the gardens… isn’t it fab? And talking about fab, this was the treat to end a lovely few days. (Below)
Sunny Afternoon was opening in the Princess theatre, Torquay on the last night of our hols.
The story of how the Kinks began and their rise to fame, and how they got banned from America after a short time. Great music and towards the end, the cast of young people who had danced and sang the story took a bow and the Kinks played Lola, sunny afternoon, dedicated follower of fashion and lots more. The whole thing was written and narrated by Ray Davies, lead singer. Well worth the price of the tickets, and those songs stay in your mind for quite a while.. La la la Lola, la la la la Lo – oh la… and days is one of my fave songs as well. This was the same ending we saw, only ours was better.. Go and see it if you get chance. Have a great week. I’m working on my third pocket novel.
The universe seen as a well-ordered whole. ‘he sat staring deep into the void, reminding himself of man’s place in the cosmos’
A system of thought.
‘the new gender-free intellectual cosmos’
An ornamental plant of the daisy family, which bears single dahlia-like flowers and is native to Mexico and warm regions of America. (And some gardens in the Midlands)
A few months ago, I was given a book to read and inbetween the pages was a pack of free seeds from a gardening magazine. Now seeing as it would have been rude not to plant them, I had a vast amount of cosmos plants within a week or two. They grow quite quickly and end up taller than I could have imagined. They remind Alan of stars and when they sway in the wind, I can see what he means. Wonder if that’s how they were named? From now on, I’ll be planting a tray of cosmos every year.
It’s that time of the year when I had a trip to the hairdressers, so here’s my snazzy new look with a shorter, more snappy style. Don’t expect it’ll stay like it for long, so you have to get a photo don’t you? Enjoy the crispy days of autumn, and make the most of this lovely spell we’re having.
Popped in to the library while I was waiting for my appointment at the hairdressers, and look what I found on the shelves. Not only that, when I looked at it, they’ve given it a strong covering of thick plastic, and from what I can see it’s been well read. I’m sure several people have taken a trip to the Norfolk village.
Have a great weekend, and if you can, pop into your local library. They need our support otherwise they might be gone one day and that would be tragic.
It’s not every day I’d have a chance to post two of my favourite singers together, but we has a bit of a gas moment ourselves recently. The smell of gas was strong enough to call out an engineer. Turns out there was a slow leak next door, but the neighbours were away.
Thanks to a few helpful people, all was fixed, and we’re no longer getting high on gas fumes. There’s me going round thinking it was the weather. Then when they arrived home, we had an unexpected gift of wine and flowers.
And there’s the paperback one, but details are on the spine with the finished one of course. This should be available when proof has been checked. Watch this space to find out when and where… And I might do a blog giveaway.
My latest kindle read, A Factory Affair, will be available in paperback later this year. A story set in 1970’s Warwickshire, with a Hat Factory at the centre of the story.
The paperback will have a different cover, but this I’ve chosen for now with the hearts on the front. Enjoy the story if you’re kind enough to buy it. Just noticed it still says Hats inside the cover, so having to update it. That’s the reason you might have a job to link to it until it’s live on Amazon with the correction.
A pocket novel, with the same characters, but set in the present will be published soon. That one is called Hats off to Love. The Factory Affair started out with that title, but as it’s a completely different story it’s now changed. The paperback book will have my main character on the front, wearing a hat of course.
Here’s a lovely bunch of autumn flowers from Mum’s garden. Aren’t they lovely and they smell smashing as well.
Enjoy the rest of the week. I’m off to make chicken curry now.
Sporting his new shaved head and smart shirt, with ripped jeans, although he’d popped his smart trousers in the back of the van, Richie knocked on the door of Jenny’s flat. His heart hammered like a bass drum in the front row of the carnival. He swallowed and breathed deeply to try and gain his composure.
“You’ll have to change those.”
Her greeting was cutting but Richie only smiled, and said, “How did I guess you’d say that, hang on.” He quickly gathered his Sunday best trousers and changed in her hallway. Then he did a twirl, wearing the exact same clothes he’d had on earlier at Ivy’s Sunday lunch, only his crazy hair was no more, and he’d changed his socks and pants.
She tutted, “You’ll do I suppose.”
Time for a cup of tea and some fresh air now. Have a great week and happy writing.