Thursday, 29 July 2010

Breaking legs and flying areoplanes

Today I wished a broken leg upon my best friend. I actually recited the words, "I hope you break a leg."
Are you appalled by my cruel behaviour? Perhaps you are questioning the circumstances behind the statement which has caused such a dramatic response from myself?
Or, dear readers, you may be wise in your show biz knowledge and realise I am wishing her good luck.
It is considered bad luck in the performing arts to wish someone good luck. It is safer, superstitiously, to wish them a broken leg.
So that’s what I have done. I have not argued with my best friend, she has not carried out a despicable act and so I wished her bones to break as a consequence. She is an actress and I repeated a theatrical quote.
Tonight is the opening night for her theatre groups adaptation of Shakespeare's Midsummer's Night Dream. I shall be spectating with my mother and my friends son and parents, and I’m rather looking forward to it.
However, I have seen this play once before, Tuesday evening to be exact. I watched the dress rehearsal at a local school, clicking away on my camera to capture expressions and scenes for the theatre foyer. I tried not to listen too attentively to the words, but concentrated on facial expressions and poignant positions.
Last night lovely boyfriend and I arranged and stuck the photographs in the foyer, for all visitors and performers to see. I was too small to reach the boards so reinforcement was needed. What a team! We then drove home to open a bottle of Pinot Grigio and discuss our forthcoming holiday.
We’re flying to the Greek island of Rhodes on Saturday. To say I am excited would be describing my emotions mildly. I can’t wait! Two more days to go!
I shall leave you with my theatre photographs, and next time I post I shall be showing off my holiday snaps.
Until we meet again, dearers readers.
Bon Voyage, if you too are holidaying soon.
Or, to any actors or actresses out there, break a leg! As they say in show biz!



Wake up! There's supposed to be a dress rehearsal

Why is everyone looking at me?

I wish you'd stop shining that torch in my eyes

Thursday, 22 July 2010

Scrambled Fridays

I breezed into the office, humming a tune to myself, dressed in my long summer dress, with over sized sunglasses perched on top of my head.
“You’re always so happy,” said colleague, as I placed my big gold bag on my desk.
“Well it’s Friday and it’s scrambled eggs day,” said I.
For me that was two very good reasons to be happy. I love Fridays and I love scrambled eggs.
On Friday the staff canteen offers scrambled eggs with the breakfast menu. Monday to Thursday it’s fried eggs. I adore scrambled eggs, on toast, with splashes of tomato ketchup. So how could I not be happy on this particular day?
But it’s not just Friday's eggs which make me happy. Lots of things put a smile on my face. It doesn’t have to be anything huge or life changing, sometimes it really is the small stuff that counts.
I’m not saying I’m super human and I walk around with a permanent beam attached to my face, thanking and praising every little thing I see or do. That would be slightly annoying to do and watch. I have my moments when I may moan about the unreliable circle line (I seem to waste most of my time waiting for this train!) or an unsightly spot on my chin (I’m 36, why do I still get spots?!). But generally, I think I have a pretty healthy attitude towards life, and I appreciate and enjoy many things in my life.
I have a wonderful, caring, and supportive family, the best friends ever to laugh with and talk to, and I have finally met a man who is everything I could have wished for. I like my job, my finances have improved vastly, I receive enormous pleasure from my hobbies - photography, reading, card making and blogging. Plus I am flying to Rhodes next week with lovely boyfriend, and I know we’ll have a blast. So how could I not feel blessed?
But it’s also the small stuff which makes me grin.
It’s watching my new orchid plant blossom.
It’s admiring the blue sky above that us Brits are finally witnessing.
It's an early night with freshly washed bed linen.
It’s walking into a shop and hearing a George Michael song.
It’s hearing those precious three words, "I love you."
It’s a slab of very strong cheese and a glass of chilled wine.
It’s also Fridays and scrambled eggs.

Thursday, 15 July 2010

The physic octopus

His eight arms trawl the seabed, feeling their way through the particles that stand around him.
His defence mechanism is ready to eject black ink, should he need to escape or protect himself from predators.
His camouflage is aided by specialised skin cells which are able to change colour and reflectiveness.
His keen eye sight and his excellently equipped suction cups make him alert and acutely aware of his surroundings.
But he is not an ordinary octopus.
He is special.
This octopus has special powers.
Powers which are above the limit of other, normal, octopuses.
His name is Paul and he is a physic octopus.
He predicts the future, or more to the point, the results for football matches.
He is tempted and tantalised by mussels.
He chooses his mussels wisely, for they hold the future and the fortune for the 2010 World Cup players.
He predicts outcomes and he is mocked and he is envied for his predictions.
He has correctly chosen his mussels and their consequences.
His success rate is one hundred per cent.
He is now ready to conquer the world.
He will predict great and wonderful things ahead.
What would you like Paul the physic octopus to predict for you?

Friday, 2 July 2010

And now for something completely different

It’s something we all have to eat!
Some people eat more food than other people.
There are lots of different types of food.
I love food.
Food plays a major part in my life.
To me, it’s not just energy and vitamins, it’s enjoyment.
I love cooking food.
I love dining out and choosing food.
I love eating food.
It’s nice to have someone to cook for.
When I was living the single life and flat mate and I were eating at different time slots, it seemed an unnecessary and time consuming hassle to use pots and pans and cook elaborate ingredients just for one person. So I ate a lot of soup, and ready made salads and pasta dishes.
But I missed cooking for other people.
Now I have lovely boyfriend to cook for.
I’m experimenting with food again.
I am loving using pots and pans and cooking elaborate ingredients for him, for us.
It’s nice to dine out together too.
It can work out a little pricey to visit restaurants, but with the help of downloading vouchers from the Internet and going easy on expensive wine, it doesn’t have to cost a fortune.
Last night we ate in a local Greek restaurant. We chose a meze and the food was delicious (no vouchers but only one glass of house wine). Taramosalata, hummus, tzatziki, pita bread, white bait, calamari, halloumi, stuffed vine leaves, Greek sausage, Greek salad, rice, and a fine selection of meat. Are you salivating? I am, just remembering it!
And the night before last I cooked for lovely boyfriend. Scallops in a white wine sauce, with creamy mash and herbs, Mediterranean vegetables and a succulent corn on the cob. With a smoothie for dessert and a glass of Pinot Grigio.
Isn’t it great.
Aren’t we lucky to be surrounded by it.
To enjoy it.
To learn about it.
To feature it in our lives.
I’m thinking about tonight’s dinner already.
Bon Appetit!

Tulips were bought for me whilst purchasing ingredients at the supermarket.

Dinner time!

Now where did I put my glass of wine?