Digging for treasure

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“And the secret garden bloomed and bloomed and every morning revealed new miracles”

The Secret Garden, by Frances Hodgson Burnett

original wood floorboardsThose of you with a sharp eye may have noticed from the photos in my last post that our ‘new’ London terraced house desperately needs some TLC. The garden was overgrown, the floors scuffed, the ceilings showed cracks, and there were stickers and stains on the walls and moth-eaten carpets. 

We also found some treasures in the house and garden.

Have a look… Continue reading Digging for treasure

Honey, I’m home!

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“It is a long way off, sir”
“From what Jane?”
“From England and from Thornfield: and ___”
“Well?”
“From you, sir”

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë

This morning I logged into Nyamazela.com after a long absence.

I took a metaphorical key out of my pocket, turned it in the lock and pushed the now-slightly-warped door open, wiped my feet on the mat and walked in. The air was a little stuffy, but I opened a window, drew back the curtains and breathed in the familiar smell of home. Continue reading Honey, I’m home!

Getting a spring in my step and a severe case of the burbles

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“Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing.”

The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame

daffodils
It took me three attempts to name these early spring flowers in St James Park. It’s my mama and grandmama who really have the green fingers.

Almost every morning I wakeup with BBC Radio 4 news. When there is a lull in the news, I imagine the mad clamour in the news room to get hold of the latest obscure findings of some crazy new study.

Science is useful of course, but I’m amazed that our nation’s brains have the time or money, for example, to don their white coats and spend hours in a lab conducting experiments with a sofa and a remote control. Continue reading Getting a spring in my step and a severe case of the burbles