Friday night is music night

Not a small thing, but celebrating big time that I'm off to see Paul Weller this evening in the grounds of Delapre Abbey. V excited.

I'm also celebrating that my lovely yoga students have been coming to classes, even though the weather is so beautiful. Namaste to them. I generally teach the same lesson to the groups on Tuesday and Wednesday because different people attend and it's interesting for me to see how the two sessions react to the same lesson plan. Because it was so warm on Tuesday, we did a rather longer meditation than we usually do, and it seemed to go well, sparking some discussion and with lots of feedback. On Wednesday, though, the response was distinctly muted. I never know how my lessons will be received - keeps me on my toes.

I spent a little while in the garden yesterday trying to take an arty-farty pic for a competition, but Nature wasn't being co-operative. Did manage a snap this frog, though. What do you think: shall I stick to writing?

I've got another ukulele lesson tomorrow morning, then there's comedy at the Arts Centre.

Happy weekend, everyone!

Harvest time at the allotment

I've had a really busy few days. On Saturday, despite the searing heat, my beloved other half decided we must, absolutely must, get up to the allotment and start picking stuff before the birds, rabbits and other assorted livestock help themselves to it. He was right, of course. After a slow start, everything is flourishing.

I picked 3lb of redcurrants and blackcurrants and have turned them into jelly. We also harvested the first of the broad beans, some courgettes, potatoes, peas and garlic, which have variously been eaten, frozen or otherwise stored. Add to this the continuing crops of carrots, strawberries, rhubarb, gooseberries, herbs and lettuce at home and I'm starting to feel like Barbara Good!

Elsewhere, I performed in the last concert of this academic year with Kettering Camerata on Sunday, which went very well - enhanced in no small part by the addition of a French accordion-player. (Well, actually he's Latvian, but he played French music in keeping with the theme of the day, so I think we got away with it - and hey, we're all  Europeans.)

I've also been really busy with work, but sadly not had time for any original writing. Must try harder.

Writer's block

A quick one for the writers among you.



Fay



Fay Brotherhood, lead singer with the excellent Cernewoda, has put this up on her Facebook page:

“One reason that people have artist’s block is that they do not respect the law of dormancy in nature. Trees don’t produce fruit all year long, constantly. They have a point where they go dormant. And when you are in a dormant period creatively, if you can arrange your life to do the technical tasks that don’t take creativity, you are essentially preparing for the spring when it will all blossom again.” Marshall Vandruff,

 Nothing wrong with a bit of dormancy.

Pause for thought

With the mighty William G Stewart

Perhaps I'm odd,but I've never wanted to be on The X Factor or similar shows, but I did want to be on Call My Bluff (too late). I'd like to be a panellist on QI (unlikely) and I have my selections ready for when I get the invitation to be on Desert Island Discs (well, you never know). I did win my heat of Fifteen To One many moons ago, but it's not quite the same as Only Connect, another show on my wish list.

I also want to express my many opinions on national radio - and maybe I'll get the chance, because the BBC has launched Pause For Thought: Radio 2’s Search For A New Voice for 2013. Details here. So if you've got something to say and can condense it into two thought-provoking minutes of recorded speech, get cracking. Closing date is 5th August.

Being grateful for small mercies

Happy Friday, folks. Today I'm celebrating the following:
1. The goldfinches are back - see picture. I do what I can to attract the birds into our garden, including a hanger of niger seeds, but I haven't seen the goldfinches for a while. But they're back. This morning, I was sitting at my computer with the back door open when something caught my eye. I looked left to find a pigeon perched on a chair back. It's hard to say which of us was the more startled - though in the end I out-stared him and he flew back into the garden.

2. My friend David has heard today that he has a new job. Yeah!
3. Number One Son has survived his first week in his new job.
4. I've had some lovely feedback on one of my stories on Ether Books. Thank you.
5. I taught a nice one-to-one yoga session with a new student this afternoon.
6. I've managed to get some coverage in the local paper for my choir's forthcoming concert.
7. Tomorrow I have the first half of a two-session ukulele course. Wish me luck!

Road rage

We had a lovely time at the weekend marking my brother's special birthday. Inevitably, given our family background and that of my brother's inlaws, the do was at the golf club. My dad and brothers literally (and I'm using the word correctly) built the course and there is even a cup in Dad's name. We have had some good times there.

After lunch the 'boys' in the party, ranging in age from 6 to 58, had a 'nearest the pin', competition. I won't name the winner, but let's just say there's a lot of skill in the up-and-coming generation. Mind you, my older son demonstrated a rather unexpected ability to hold a golf club in both hands, horizontal to the floor, and jump over it. Then there was tea and cake, the latter baked by Mum and decorated by my hubby. The lawnmower was constructed out of sweets and licorice.

The journey home down the motorway was fine except for a minor disagreement with a couple of wazzocks in a Stanair van who took great delight in tailgating me down the A14. I'm not easily intimidated, however. Quite what physical inadequacy the driver was compensating for that he had to bully my 1.2-litre Fiesta I'll leave you to guess.

Celebrate the small things again

How can it be Friday already?

I had two days of yoga last weekend, which was lovely, but meant I didn't have time to catch up on my domestic duties. This means we have run out of food several times and meals have been adequate but not overly pleasant. Celebrating a full tummy.

I've taught seven yoga classes this week, so I'm feeling thoroughly stretched. I've also bought myself a couple of books for inspiration for future classes. There are only so many poses, and I live in fear that my students will get bored and wander off to another teacher - or take up Pilates. So I'm constantly on the lookout for ideas. You can't have too many books, I say. Celebrating my lovely students.

Speaking of which, I've started to read the books I bought at the Althorp Literary Festival. I'm beginning with Luck by Ed Smith and I'm really enjoying it. It's a fascinating look at the role that luck, risk, chance, fate - call it what you will (though the terms are not interchangeable, I'm learning - plays in our lives. I heard Ed Smith speak at the festival and he was amazing. He is a former cricketer, which makes it all the more astonishing that I'm enjoying the book; I hate cricket. But he has a lot to say and a good way of saying it. Definitely recommended. When I spoke to him as I was getting my copy signed, I asked him if he thought there was any point in making plans, given that luck is so important. 'Not really,' he replied, which brought a chill to my control-freak bones. When I'm not reading this, I'm reading Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell, which is a completely different kettle of fish. Must finish this before I see the film. Celebrating my literacy.

Happy birthday, bro

Choir committee meeting this evening, then it's bring on the weekend. New Orleans jazz tomorrow, then a family do on Sunday to mark my little brother's big birthday.Celebrating friends and family.

One more thing. I had my hair cut yesterday by someone who didn't look old enough to be out on her own. She sprayed my head with 'Age Defying Radiance'. One can but admire her optimism.