Last Saturday, I bopped along to another of Toby's wonderful literary salons. A Short 3-hr Brunch Salon for Busy People, on two brilliant short stories: Charlotte Perkins Gilman's 'The Yellow Wallpaper' and Alice Munro's 'Runaway'.
I regularly rocked up to Toby's salons when she lived in Paris, but even now that she's in London she kindly pops over to blow her/and our minds running 2 or 3 salons in one weekend. What I love about Toby's salons is getting... View More
Today, first day back at school for 2012, we see a girl who has sort of been Bunkeroo's friend (the world of 4 and 5 year old girls has its own laws of friendship) handing out a Hello Kitty birthday invite to another girl. There isn't one for Bunkeroo. The girl comes over and says in French, 'Bunkeroo, I'm not inviting you to my birthday, but I'll invite you next year, okay?' The girl's mum just complimented Bunkeroo's shiny... View More
I have got to finish my book - since that wonderful week of writing I haven't yet finished sorting out the mess called a manuscript.
I tried to write all last weekend. What happened was I ended up cooking, cleaning, entertaining, going for walks, drinking vino, sleeping, watching British comedy and stressing, a little.
The day escapes me. By the time the gorgeous duo are in bed I'm almost ready for bed myself. Although I'm trying to enjoy the babyhood of... View More
Today on a walk up one of the steep tracks (chemin as they call them here), I took a photo of the old bench in the fenced lookout spot with proper steel (?) legs made by a family company in Paris, and Bunkeroo expressed her desire to take some photos.
Here are her photos.
This is Bunkeroo's little sister looking at her big sister with that funny black thing that Mummy uses.
(I was wiping drool.)
I like this a lot. This... View More