Monday 6 February 2012


I try to keep this blog cheerful, but I’m struggling at the moment. Not because any misfortune has occurred, but simply because it’s winter and I hate the cold. As I walked home from choir practice the other night I lost all sensation in my fingers and toes, and when I finally reached my front door I couldn’t feel my chin. Could it be that we are really in the grip of the Ice Age that internet scaremongers are forecasting?
But let’s try to look on the bright side. I've paid my tax bill on time! And what makes this a good news story is that this year I had actually remembered to put the money aside as I earned it.
Then I met up with a lovely friend, a lady who has seen me through triumphs and disasters for many years. We had a good old natter, which was great in itself. She treated me to a coffee – and I repaid this generosity by knocking over the drink in a fit of wild gesticulating.
This was very embarrassing. It’s amazing how far a latte can travel. But, in my defence, it was served in a glass more suited to a knickerbocker glory than a hot beverage. My friend laughed uncontrollably, so at least I can be pleased that I spread a little joy amid the chaos.
There’s good news, too, from my younger son, as the band he plays in, The Divisional, were in the studio on Saturday recording their second CD, and have also secured an exciting audition for later in the month. Fame beckons!
One of the delights of this time of year is the way the aconites and hellebores start to poke their heads above ground to check if the time is right for flowering. When hubby and I lived in a grotty flat in London with no garden, my mother-in-law used to send us a bunch of the first snowdrops of the season. She would wrap their stems in wet cotton wool, then cling-film, wrap the whole bunch in tissue paper and post them to us in a Jiffy bag. She is no longer with us, but the sight of these plucky blooms always brings her to mind.
So I know that beneath the blanket of snow, spring is poised ready to launch as soon as the thaw comes. But perhaps best of all, the garden looks beautiful as I gaze out of the window and thanks to the wonders of central heating and double-glazing I am warm and comfortable. So it’s not all bad. In fact, it’s all pretty good.
*Pollyanna is a relentlessly optimistic child in the novels by Eleanor H Porter


  1. Keep looking on the bright side, Julia! Never mind that 5 to 10 cm of snow is forecast for tonight. There are people in the world much worse off than us!

  2. Thanks, Sally. I was booked to attend a Laughter Workshop in a couple of weeks' time - but it's been cancelled because of low numbers. That either means that everyone in the county is already cheerful enough or that they're too miserable to venture out on a Monday evening.