Good Morning Children!
Welcome to a curiously misnamed Sunday, it being an example of the kind of day where ducks wear wellingtons and fishes congregate under bridges to shelter from the torrential downpour!
I was wondering what kind of repast I could serve for you today to revitalise your probably tarnished palettes and decided to check out what other bloggers had written about "Rainy Sundays" courtesy of Mr Google . . .
Only two came lepping out at me - and for very different reasons! One was "Une Vie Saine" by Gabriella, a blogger form New York (http://www.une-vie-saine.com/2010/09/rainy-sunday.html) who's blog seemed to consist of a list of everything she'd eaten that day along with photographs of it . . . hmmm . . . anyway, swiftly moving on I found one much more to my liking in Moutainear's lovely offering (http://mountainear.blogspot.com/) which I enjoyed reading so much I decided to follow . . . You could do worse than follow Daddy's example and see if it suits!
Today is the kind of day to sit and watch films; being a cineaste in a previous existence I really enjoy film - although I can be a bit uber-critical - and so my list of favourites is, fortunately for yourselves, too long to include here but today sort of feels like an old B&W day, perhaps "Harvey" with dear old Jimmy Stewart as my favourite, most lovable drunk in history . . . such films also remind me of Sunday afternoons spent with my Gt Aunt Florence who was a massive influence on my life and a complete and utter mad woman in the very maddest but loveliest sense of the word!
|Flo in her later years|
Before I began school she taught me rudimentary French, Piano and a love of the Archers and I used to spend Sunday afternoons watching old films on her very old TV and eating brown toast with Shippam's bloater paste . . . She was the kind of woman they don't make any more and I miss her ever so much!
Time's winged chariot informs me, as it trundles past, that I must away and to my tasks for the day - which basically involve buying things to eat and films to watch . . . I want you all to play nicely and not to disturb Daddy in his study when he is working . . .
Oh! Before I go I do want to thank those of you kind enough to leave comments; your praise is wonderful to hear, hard to believe, but lovely all the same ~ huge hugs!
'til next time
Be Seeing you !