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Granny p's

Sunday, November 08, 2009

Busy

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Sorry, dear all. No, Lizzy, Granny didn't run to or from the sea; she's rooted in her house, along with her Beloved, tending guests....
Saturday, September 26, 2009

Rapture

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Another quickie this. They came, they saw, they showered - luxuriantly - and then they ate - how they ate, very slowly, savouring every bite...
Thursday, September 24, 2009

Luxury

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More inter- cultural jottings - from London this time. Rasta man - hair tucked into huge beret - in the street behind Granny's flats wit...
Monday, September 14, 2009

Absences

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Granny is very sorry. No: she is not dead/disabled/eaten by shark/smothered by figs/drowned in the paddling pool/ whatever you choose - or ...
Wednesday, August 26, 2009

mysterioso?

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Disappearance of one of Granny's best - guest - pillowcases off the line. Why? Local linen-thief? Blown off by wind? Beloved removed it?...
Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Old Macdonald....

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Singing Old Macdonald over and over again to Beloved Baby ('with a wuff wuff here and a bleat bleat there') reminds Granny all over ...
Friday, August 07, 2009

Family Holiday

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Well it went as these things always go. One parent got sick the day after arriving, the other the day before leaving. The two stepdaughters...
Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Home - sort of

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Well, Granny is back on her island. A bit bemused, torpid, unsettled- it's taken a week to get herself used to life here again - and wit...
Thursday, July 09, 2009

plinth

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What did Beloved Son-in-law NOT do? He blew bubbles, threw chocolate, recited poetry, played his ukulele, read Cromwell's speech on empt...
Monday, July 06, 2009

plinth

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Briefest of brief posts from a granny who has been spread very thinly - on and off toast - over the past few weeks. Could this be the highli...
Wednesday, June 03, 2009

Updates

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Granny is back in London from heavenly stay in Italy with her three old friends and in two days will be off to Venice for Beloved's birt...
Saturday, May 16, 2009

Granny will be flying...

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Granny is off tomorrow. She'll spend some of Monday with precious little lone twin then take off at some hideously early hour on Tuesday...
Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Sumer is icumin in...

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Sumer is icumin in.. no singing though. It was a song wasn't it, usually sung by greenery yallery people dressed up as mediaeval minstr...
Monday, May 04, 2009

Poor Puss

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Granny sat outside this morning with her breakfast. She'd brewed coffee in a stove-top espresso pot with strong freshly-ground Fairtrade...
Saturday, May 02, 2009

Oh dear

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Sorry. Granny has not taken the wings of the morning and vanished into outer space - nor has she descended to the uttermost parts of the sea...
Wednesday, April 15, 2009

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Yes well. Granny and Beloved saw. And the dogs escaped again - thanks to Local Yokel's ability to find weak spots in the fence. Beloved ...
Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Life goes on

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Beloved Daughter came: Beloved Daughter left; the usual thing with adult children: first joy then loss again. (Though, to be realistic, much...
Tuesday, April 07, 2009

Excuses

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No, Granny has not jumped into the sea round Lanzarote and waved goodbye for good. But she was beset by sinus trouble last week and she has ...
Monday, March 30, 2009

Chilly

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Well, Granny is back home, it's chilly and quite cloudy again and she has gone down with a bad cold. It's not clear who started it -...
Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Twins

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A brief post from a partly sunny London. Granny has seen them now, both twins, together still if only in photographs (photographs are encour...
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granny p
Author of children's books, including Charlotte Sometimes, adult novels autobiographical anthologies. Now trying her luck on the internet with 'Lifting the World.' She lives in exiled bliss - mostly - on a Canary Island,with her very own beloved, helping to tend the rock pool in their kitchen. And continuing to write; this blog, not least. Loves malt whisky, her Beloved's cooking (most of the time) books, the sound of the cello, hot baths and octopus eyes, dark chocolate and boiled eggs. Above all she loves - and misses - her grandchildren, provided she can send them home when SHE chooses...
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