It took me a long time to pick up this book and actually read it. I was reluctant at first because I had somehow convinced myself it was by the author of the Thorn Birds, a popular book when I was at University in the seventies, but which I don’t remember particularly enjoying, though people […]Read Post ›
Good Friday always used to be the most difficult day of the year for me. When I was little it was the beginning of the most boring long weekend of the year. Friday was a bank holiday – there was absolutely nowhere to go, nothing to do, all the shops were shut, it was usually […]Read Post ›
Many years ago my husband I both discovered a love for the music of the twenties and thirties. Forties stuff was also acceptable. We had come to it from different directions. When I was at University I had spent many weeks in Sheffield crossing the city so I could watch the next episode of Pennies […]Read Post ›
by and for MD Finally Meeting Mum by Mike Daligan is a tome that lifts the spirits and shows you how it is possible to come to terms with whatever life throws at you. This delightful book is very hard to categorise. It starts off with a poem – a beautiful paean to mothers everywhere […]Read Post ›
No. Not the band but the area of London. Walthamstow. The Far Eastern end of the Victoria Line. Not difficult to get to from where I live. Ealing. The most western end of the Central Line. But a long way nevertheless. I went in order to make the typical Polish Londoner’s pilgrimage to the William […]Read Post ›
Today is the first day I came out of my almost voluntary six week incarceration. Apart from three days over Christmas itself I have spent the last few weeks writing a souvenir ptogramme for the upcoming Golden Jubilee Polish ball. A big event to be held at the London Guildhall so worthy of a nice […]Read Post ›
For M Today is St Barbara’s Day. My namesday, as we post-war Poles say, or nameday as it apparently should be said. I only found that out yesterday whilst out celebrating this chance occasion. In Poland the custom of celebrating your name on the day of the Saint in the catholic calendar is actually much […]Read Post ›
The first day of the advent calendar. Advent actually started last Sunday but let’s start the new project today. I’ve never written regularly or every day but all the advice seems to be that that’s the way to go. So I’ve set myself this little challenge to write a little piece or anecdote a day. […]Read Post ›
When I was at University in Sheffield I was at one point desperate to move out of my Hall of Residence, Ranmoor House, newly built for 600 students of both sexes, intangibly separated by corridors and staircases, and doubling as a conference centre in the holidays. It was luxurious, warm (central heating that worked, windows […]Read Post ›
We went for a walk just outside Diocletian’s Palace. Street art isn’t a very big thing here, but I like what we saw. Also the art nouveau interiors and doorways were very pretty. The fish market was unfortunately out of action as it was All Saint’s day – in fact almost everything was closed, just […]Read Post ›
Life Through Basia's Eyes 