These days.

Over the weekend, this blog turned five (can you believe?), yoga classes for 2011 resumed, I finished reading a further two books (my year’s challenge of 52 books is with legs), and I went to see White Material ("for me, film-making is a journey into the impossible"), my first film for the New Year. January thus far has been chiefly kind, though not without event. Before it escapes from my grasp, I will wish for a few more days spent in pose of the reader (currently reading Iris Murdoch’s A Fairly Honourable Defeat) with a well Siamese curled up on my lap, his chin on my forearm resting.

(Omar the Siamese is twelve and his digestive system is not working as it should. Twice this year, we have taken him to the vet. There they have given him an enema to clean him out, before placing him in a little sickbed with a towel drawn in front of the cage door for modesty. There, even in this state most embarrassing for a neat gentleman, he managed to charm the attentive doctors and nurses.)










{Scenes from our Christmas Day, with Stella (my Mum's cat) at the helm, overseeing the table as it is laid. As we paused between courses, we taught ourselves a little French.}

+ From my Mum's sketchbook.
+ From Louise too. This one of a mother and cub I especially like.

+ Thanks Emmi. Such things are always nice to see and read half a world away.

(More postcard journeys soon to come. I am most grateful for your enthusiasm.)