Wednesday, 30 September 2009
I'm thinking of calling it a blogging day.
I was planning to tell you about all the vinegary and fruity smells coming from the cottages as the vast majority of villagers knuckle down to chutney and jam making. I was planning to tell you about the talent show rehearsals for our harvest supper, where Celebrity Farmer is topping the bill. I was planning to show you the wedding photos that have still not materialised. I was planning to tell you about a fungus foray, a girls' night out and the reunion Curious Girl and I are organising with our fellow Mirror Group trainees from 30 years ago.
But I am tired, unsure of my direction as I juggle so many balls in the air. And I am not too happy about writing to please the local populace rather than myself. So forgive me if I wind down a little bit.
And besides, I have a level 3 Open University exam in three weeks' time and haven't a clue what the course was about.
That's about it
Love Maddie x
So we joined a convoy of cars, hooting and tooting down from the village, out along the main road to Corfu. We passed the hospital, honk...
We're back in Greece now after a few weeks in England where we caught up with family, friends, Dorset and a book signing or two. ...
There are a number of things you shouldn't do when you're angry. Writing a resignation letter is one of them. I once knew someon...
Back in the Shire - for a while at least - we get quickly back into the swing of things. A night out at a local village hall where the sm...
With less than two months before our Big Fat Greek Gap Year comes to an end, we begin to think about all the packing up that needs to be don...