Sacré bleu!

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It’s never dull…

…in ‘Ull. So goes the old saying about what I now think of as my home town, Hull. I actually only lived there for a year; however, it was during this year that I met my beloved husband. He proceeded to tell everyone his girlfriend was from Hull (I had been there about seven months at this point) and somehow I and the rest of the world got the impression that I was born and bred in t’city of ‘ull. Not strictly accurate, then, but I did enjoy some of the greatest months of my life there – and worked there for several years – and am more than happy to claim it as my own.

Anyway, there may never have been a finer example of how un-dull it is in Hull than yesterday morning, when 3,200 people turned up to take part in a little photography shoot. Continue reading

More book stuff

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Great fun, this ‘not judging a book by its back cover’ lark. I’ve done it again.

But first, I should tell you how the previous one went.

Oh, I keep hearing weird noises from above (unit, rather than heaven). We haven’t lived here long: am I obligated to investigate our neighbours’ weird noises yet? Some noises sounded like coughs: if I thought he was choking, I would go. Oh no, he’s still doing it. I just heard him talking, though; I know he is not alone. It’s okay. Back to this. (Please be okay, new neighbour). Continue reading

The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society: a pre-review

Hello.

Don’t know when I’ll be publishing this one, given that we do not yet have access to the world wide web at our new abode (more of which in a future post – I am holding myself to this one!). Strangely, I find the lack of internet rather charming, and even befitting of our beautiful hideaway home. So, I am going old-school, knocking this out in Microsoft Word; we’ll see about connecting and posting another time. Continue reading