Last night I got to take my sons to the cinema. They’re hulking, massive grown up lads of 20 and 22. They tower over me, a fact they like to point out usually by standing on either side and lurking. They’re one of my sets of cinema partners. I have a few, divided according to film genre and possibly time of the week. These two … Continue reading The Hygge of Movies
I was born in 1968, which means when Jane Fonda hit the news with her revolutionary aerobics exercise I was about 14. At that age I was into sci fi (still am, but not in quite as big a way) and the idea of moving to music was anathema. I hadn’t even had a proper dance with a boy, so I hadn’t got fond memories … Continue reading Feel the burn? Then you’ve gone too far. Get fit for hygge in a sensible way.
Virginia Wolf wrote in the early years of the 20th Century that “One cannot think well, love well, sleep well if one has not dined well.” She was talking about the people who couldn’t afford any food, but the principles apply even to those with plenty of food. Sometimes the issue isn’t the quantity of food, but the quality. A diet rich in added sugar … Continue reading Virginia Wolf had it right…. food is a fundamental for a good life.
I must really apologise for being such a bad blogger at the moment. Truthfully I have been struggling with a family issue that has really knocked me for six since March. At a time when I should have been happily emerging from my winter hibernation, blinking at the sun and planting seeds for summer blooms, I was staring into space, looking like I’d been caught … Continue reading June passed me by: How did that happen?
What’s the weather like with you? Occasionally we get a shot of sunshine, or a day that seems to hint at an end to winter. If you believe in Old Wives’ Tales, according to the folklore connected to 2nd February we are in for another blast of winter before it finishes (that’s the superstition that says if you can see a shadow on 2nd February, … Continue reading February Meh.
I am not the world’s best at waiting. I don’t hold secrets well, and when I was younger used to drive my brothers wild by taunting them. A lot like the Ghost of Christmas Present in Scrooged. I’m so glad I wore my pretty dress. But these last few days before Christmas, especially for me and anyone else who started and finished organising early, are … Continue reading All is Calm, All is Bright: Waiting
Contentment: it’s a soft little word, and sometimes gets looked down on in the face of its bigger, brasher cousin Happiness. After all, contentment isn’t enshrined as a fundamental human right the same as the pursuit of happiness is. Yet, I love contentment all the more. I want to be content more than I want to be happy. Don’t get me wrong, the days that … Continue reading All is Calm, All is Bright: Contentment
Is there any mess more glorious than the floor of a family home on Christmas Day morning? Andy Rooney, of whom I know nothing more than this quote, said it was “One of the most glorious messes in the world,” before adding, “Don’t clean it up too quickly.” Indeed, the paper displayed after every little gift has been opened, oohed and aahed over and placed … Continue reading All is Calm, All is Bright: Gifts