Warmth and Kindess Let's Have More Of It

This sweet advert warmed my heart and made me shed a tear at the same time, kind and thoughtful.

Ah Me

From Douglas Henshall today, made me titter.

Move Over Nigella There's A New Goddess In Town

Goodness me I'm late to the Nancy Birtwhistle party. My excuse is that I don't watch 'Bake Off', apparently she won the competition many moons ago. I adore the woman, can't get enough. I'm following her on Facebook now and she's always popping up with thrifty and sustainable tips. She's written a few books too, one of which I have just returned to my local library. Over the weekend I googled her shortcrust pastry recipe, now I rarely make pastry, but I thought I would make some cocktail sausage rolls in advance for Christmas gatherings. She didn't let me down,and although I say so myself it was perfection. In other thrifty news I've just discovered that my local M&S sell off ripe bananas at a tiny 25p a bag. They were in a rather nice brown paper bag on the top of the banana stand, with no price on them, but two recipes on the bag to make use of the ripe bananas, banana bread and vegan cupcakes.

I tweaked the recipe slightly by adding walnuts and some vanilla essence. I think this domestic goddess lark is catching.

Christmas Prep

My thoughts have turned to organising our Christmas. We should have been away for the season but because of family illness we have postponed our trip to early February. The last few years we have both felt that Christmas had somewhat lost its sparkle, which is why we thought it would be fab to get away somewhere warm and lush. As this was not meant to be I'm really trying to plan an enjoyable and fun filled time. We have booked a local historic restaurant for Christmas Eve lunch, friends maybe joining us for that. I have booked a Winter concert being held in an ancient church,and the new Willy Wonka film, which looks hilarious. I have bought or made almost all of the presents, so I'm ahead there. Getting a Christmas pud that doesn't contain palm oil has been a bit of a trial, can you believe that the top five puds recommended by Good Housekeeping all have palm oil in them, it's such a shame. Anyway King Charles came up trumps with his Highgrove organic pudding, of course it would have been rude not to order some Port from him too. I admit to splashing out a bit and have a new rather interesting 'party' frock, the pattern of which is made up of tarot card images. It's a good job then that my traditionally made besom, ordered a while back has arrived today, just in case I need an accessory.

Oh Dear King Lear

The Mr and I have just returned from a much anticipated London trip. I booked tickets to the Kenneth Branagh production of King Lear at The Wyndham, a few months ago, and indeed had been on a waiting list to ensure I would know exactly when the tickets went on sale. Much excitement!! It was a two hour performance, with no interval, which I thought was strange, but in hindsight perhaps it was a tactic to prevent folk leaving early, surely not? Before the start I was queuing for the lavatory, like you do, and chatting to a nice woman behind me who told me the play had terrible reviews. I remember thinking that anything with dear Kenneth in and with tickets at an eye watering £300+ for two MUST be a tour de force. Oh oh how wrong could I be. Kenneth Branagh himself had a decent stab at the part, but oh my, the rest of the cast were SO wooden and delivered an overly shouty interpretation of the story. A cast of maybe 15 ran onto the stage and off again continuously at great pace, hither and thither shouting, fighting most times and banging large sticks on the stage. The costumes were a tragedy in themselves, an earthy muted palette with a stone age man meets women in linen vibe. It was impossible to discern who were the royal party and who were the surfs, coupled with some actors playing different roles it was a story line which I was unable to follow. The set was made up of the same palette as the costumes and didn't change throughout the performance, apart from a few images projected on to it. The overall visual effect was totally unstimulating, lacklustre and frankly boring. It felt like a school production. My advice is DO NOT GO.

By contrast The Frans Hals exhibtion at The National was completely beguiling. All portraits of course. The Mr and I wandered around the eight or so small galleries almost intoxicated with the skill and beauty of his work. A 17th century contemporary of Hals, Theodorus Schrevelius said that Hals works "reflected such power and life, that the painter seems to challenge nature with his brush". I couldn't agree more.

'Ghost Fans'- Lady Button's Letter to The 'Teetanic'

I adore the Ghosts tv series and I'm so sad it has ended. Still we do have a Christmas special in the offing. I stumbled across this excerpt from a live performance, it's superb.

Early Christmas Cheer

My friend posted this and I thought it was so super cute I should too. For my chums across the pond Aldi is a British budget supermarket and their Christmas vegetable characters are full to the brim with Christmas spirit. Watch out for the trumpeting brussel sprouts.

Girl Power or Coprolalia?

THIS POST DOES CONTAIN SOME TRULY BAD LANGUAGE, SO PLEASE DON'T CLICK ON THE TRAILER IF YOU THINK IT MIGHT OFFEND YOU. It tickled my funny bone, once I got over the 'shock' but I'm a big fan of Olivia Coleman and Jessie Buckley both. If you're not you might want to skip this post and wait for my more modest outpourings.