You’ve been wondering haven’t you? Go on, you were just a little bit curious about this week’s embargo given the previous week was the huge announcement about Sir Ian McKellen coming to the Marine. Anyway, remember that hunch I had, the one about the weather?
I was given a surprise gift this week by one of our lovely volunteers who had thought about me when she read my column in Lyme Online. The gift was a very fine mug with the tall dark and handsome, dashing and daring Poldark printed on it. My elevenses will never be quite the same now that I can sip from the top of his hat.
The moment October arrives that’s it, you may as well hang your stocking on the mantle piece and start wolfing down handfuls of Celebrations (except the Bounty ones, no one likes those). I really don’t know what has happened to this year, it has raced by.
Do you have an alter-ego? And if so, do you keep in check only to be let out on the odd occasion? Mine had a field day this week with social occasions at every turn.
I always wanted to be a teacher, right up to the point I left my all girls school and went to 6th form college and discovered there was a whole lot more out there than simply following in my mother’s footsteps. I now work in the wonderful world of theatre which more than satisfies my creative urges, but there is a little bit of teacher left inside.
Theatre. It takes you away from your world into a whole new place where the every-day you is put to one side to allow the other ‘you’ some freedom of expression.
Thank goodness the whole GDPR thing is over…or is it? I’m convinced the whole thing was a smoke screen to entrap more people and gather even more information by stealth
The TIC Prosecco parties are legendary and before long there was a group of 7 including ex-staff from seasons past. You can take the girl out of the TIC but you can’t take the TIC out of the girl!
Shakespeare; surely one, if not the most famous of English writers, was born on 23 April 1564 which would make him 454 years old. It was a pity we didn’t have something planned for this most auspicious day, a few Shakespearean sonnets or a fire breathing dragon clinging onto the roof.
Mine was a bit of a ‘Yorkie’ week – plenty to get my teeth into and very chunky and it started with high hopes of being able to shed my winter garb when the Met Office forecast a heatwave.