Reading South Riding. What an absolutely beautiful, engrossing, perfect book this is. From the first page I have been totally absorbed in the world of marvellous, touchable characters Winifred Holtby has created. Her philosophy on life, revealed through her prose, is so inspiring, passionate, fearless and deeply stirring. How I wish I had known her, and that she had lived longer. What an admirable and talented woman. I shall be reading Testament of Friendship, Vera Brittain’s biography of her, as soon as I have reluctantly closed the pages of her remarkable masterpiece. If you haven’t read South Riding, please, please do!
Visiting the Women War Artists exhibition at the Imperial War Museum. It’s a fascinating and enlightening look at both women’s roles during wartime and how women perceive war. From propagandist images of women in factories to desperately moving portraits of wounded men, it’s a rare glimpse into war through female eyes and definitely worth a trip if you’re in London. It closes soon, so go quickly!
Watching Happy Go Lucky. This is one of my favourite films. It’s about an ordinary woman who sees the bright side in every situation, and it simply chronicles her life in London and the lives of her friends and work colleagues, etc. It always reminds me of the beauty of everyday life and how we can triumph over the often difficult situations we find ourselves in. The rituals of cups of tea, of laughing with friends, of the bus ride to work, all take on a sort of magical, special quality in this film that inspires me to celebrate the ordinary and remember what is truly important in my life.
Baking an inedible cake from my new Great British Bake Off cookbook due to getting carried away singing along to the Moulin Rouge soundtrack while mixing my ingredients. Never again will I neglect to check whether I am using plain rather than self raising flour. Self raising flour = lovely light fluffy delicious cake. Plain flour = weapon of mass destruction.
Watching Downton Abbey. I love it, in theory. Really, I do. And Maggie Smith and Michelle Dockery are superb actresses and keep the whole thing afloat on their very slight shoulders. But the script is getting more and more absurd every week, and when the actors look embarrassed to be delivering their lines, you know it’s not good. However, I remain hopeful that things will pick up. It better had, or I fear for the fate of the proposed third series.
Getting my first filling. I’m off to the dentist’s this morning…it looks like my diet of icecream and burgers in New York has rotted my teeth. Wish me luck!