She's back

It's been a long time.  She's back.

A night with the stars

Last night I was out again. What with the church knitting group, it's all getting a bit out of hand.

I met up with a few of the old - and not so old - Green Wing gang at UCL for this -

http://www.nationalbrainappeal.org/green-wing-quiz-night/

We had a great night, didn't win, but acquitted ourselves very well against a roomful of very brainy if slightly geeky people. JRT and SM were the stars of the night as quiz masters and I had to be forcibly removed from a big bag of doritos. As the representatives of the Green Wing Convention Recovery Group (see box set for full details) we were very well behaved. Restraining orders were not required.

On journey home, got chatted up. This is happening more and more. Is it my age? Are middle aged women seen as more of a safe bet?

Summer Solstice - Darn Sarf London way

I've been having adventures again. What with the pub quiz going feral, the church knitting group taking off, and the Biodanza experience, it could be concluded that I have enough going on, but no! Yesterday morning I found myself getting up at 3.30am to go and join a lovely group of people making their way to Pollards Hill to celebrate the Summer Solstice.

It was cloudy but dry. We started a small fire in what I can only describe as a replica of the FA cup. The smell of woodsmoke still hangs over me. We ommed, swayed, meditated, drank ginger tea and ate cake and went home. It was a wonderful experience and a lovely place. I'm going back again with the dog.

I don't think anyone saw us. We were careful not to make too much noise. But what would be the penalty be for omming in a built up area?

The Ninjas strike again!!

http://flaming-nora.blogspot.com/2011/04/k-n-i-t-t-h-e-t-o-w-n-r-e-d-w-h-i-t-e-n.html#comment-form

How fabulous is this??? May have to take up the cause....

The first thirty pages

The other week, during the infamous pub quiz, there was a question about who published Lady Chatterley’s Lover. Of course, we all knew it was Penguin.
I happened to mention that I had a copy of the first edition with the first 30 pages missing. He looked at me very steadily and said “why don‘t you write them?”
I looked at him slack jawed. How did he know? Has my blog been discovered?

The Goddess of the Bleeding Obvious

That's what I want to be known as - because I'm that annoying fat middle aged woman who looks you in the eye and tells you that a spade is a shovel. There's impulse, intuition, common sense, and the bleeding obvious. I can cope with the bleeding obvious. It's the rest that send me into a tizzy of confusion and indecision.

So at the quiz night I've invited myself along to these past few weeks, it's my inner goddess of the bleeding obvious I've been channelling. I do know lots of stuff, but it's never the really useful stuff like how to be happy, how to dress properly, how to get lots of money, and how to get other things which I can't really divulge here. Which goddess do I go to for that information?

what the world needs now is wool sweet wool....

http://flaming-nora.blogspot.com/2011/03/ninja-knittersmov.html?showComment=1299778211582#c6507879016408319264

What puts me off writing my blog is the fabulousness of other bloggers, and none are more fabulous than Flaming Nora.

Read it and do a little wee of joy.