Antisocial?

That’s it. I’m definitely an antisocial. But is it really so bad to want to be on your own, absolutely on your own for a while? Is it really so horrible to put the answering machine on because you need to meet a work deadline and you don’t have the time to talk to your ladies of leisure friends who don’t have anything to do in their life apart phoning you (so sad)? After over a month of my parents being here and the kids (and husband) being at home for the (very long) Easter break, I really need a bit of peace and quiet, I need to be ALONE! Is this being antisocial? If so, then I’m. But I’m a working mother - even worse I am a self-emplyed working mother! - and I’ve got deadlines. So if you’re thinking of phoning me today, please don’t. I won’t answer anyway! Sorry.

Teaser Tuesday

"The secret we both protected during my administration is now the subject of some very serious questions. The person referred to in the matter is now deceased and can no longer come to harm."

(Page 397, The Girls Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest by Stieg Larsson)

I'm down to the last instalment of Stieg Larsson's Millennium Trilogy and I will be very sad to close the last chapter. It's a real pity Larsson passed away and we will not be recipients of any more of his very interesting and engrossing work. Next step, watch the movies...

Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading. Anyone can play along! Just do the following:

1. Grab your current read
2. Open to a random page
3. Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page
4. BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!)
5. Share the title & author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!

The Cloud

(picture from La Repubblica)

What BA didn’t manage, an almost forgotten volcano in Iceland did: to stop the flights all over the UK and most of Northern Europe.

The Planet will have a slight reprieve with no flights leaving the UK and less pollution and Co2 being pumped into the air. It is very impressive how Mother Nature can ground polluting flights.

I’m not an expert in the field, but I cannot help thinking that all those underground nuclear tests probably have destabilized the Earth crusts so much that earthquakes will be the norm in the near future. Hopefully I’m wrong.

Where is Spring?

If this is spring, why am I so cold? The few Easter days were wet, windy and cold and all the expected sunshine was out for just a handful of minutes just to make us yearn for spring and warmth even more. I know that talking about the weather (especially the bad weather!) is not only a British habit, but I cannot remember to have dwelled so much on the weather forecast before moving to Britain. Anyway, to console myself (and you as well, I hope), I’d like to post a wonderful picture of my favourite flower, the mimosa (which is actually a shrub and its official name is ‘acacia dealbata’).

I’m also posting my favourite Spring poem, one of the first poems I learnt in the English language.

Lines Written in Early Spring, William Wordsworth

I heard a thousand blended notes,

While in a grove I sate reclined,

In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts

Bring sad thoughts to the mind.

To her fair works did Nature link

The human soul that through me ran;

And much it grieved my heart to think

What man has made of man.

Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,

The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;

And ’tis my faith that every flower

Enjoys the air it breathes.

The birds around me hopped and played,

Their thoughts I cannot measure:--

But the least motion which they made

It seemed a thrill of pleasure.

The budding twigs spread out their fan,

To catch the breezy air;

And I must think, do all I can,

That there was pleasure there.

If this belief from heaven be sent,

If such be Nature’s holy plan,

Have I not reason to lament

What man has made of man?

And if in the meanwhile you encounter Spring, please send her up to Yorkshire!!!

The Easter Bunny's giveaway draw ...

Hi dear Friends, my personal Easter Bunny has just drawn the winner of the book giveaway and because she’s a lovely and generous Bunny, she’s drawn the names of TWO lovely ladies, instead of one:

Congratulations Jane and Jan! Please choose one of the books in the photo below and e-mail me your postal address.

Have a lovely Easter!!!!

What a Shambles!

A few weeks ago The Shambles in York was named Britain's most picturesque street winning the Google Street View Award. The Shambles is a cobbled street lined with shops in overhanging timber-framed buildings, some dating back to the fourteenth century - the sort of place that the shopping street in Harry Potter might have been modelled on.

It was once a street of butchers and was known as The Great Flesh Shambles (from the Anglo-Saxon Fleshammels - flesh shelves) referring to the shelves that butchers used to display their meat. Some of the shops still have meat hooks hanging outside and shelves.

The Shambles beat the Royal Crescent in Bath and Grey Street in Newcastle, which came second and third in the poll asking people to vote for the most picturesque street.


As much as I like it, I don’t think I have been there more than a handful of times in all my years in York as I find it a bit too narrow and even daunting. Stonegate, also shortlisted, would have had my preference, being a Roman-Viking street lined with fantastic buildings from different ages and leading to the beautiful York Minster.

(A Google Street View of The Shambles)

Also, looking at the Google street view (above), they must've shot that at some ludicrously early hour of the day because most of us York residents avoid the Shambles due to it being completely mobbed end to end by tourists.