My book club’s great, something I look forward to once a month. Just seven of us, no leader or organiser, taking turns at hosting. Always a pattern of wine and nibbles with our discussions, tea and coffee and cake later on. We manage to decide on our next book without argument - we just put forward anything we’ve heard good reviews of and take it from there, and I’ve found that many of the books I didn’t fancy have been the ones I enjoyed most. It’s rare that we all love the same book, and of course we listen to other opinions! We all know each other well, so naturally there’s plenty of discussion about our families, and the local gossip. We have a Christmas do at one of our houses; we each bring a pre-loved book we’ve personally enjoyed, wrapped, and draw lots for them. With a quick review of each at our January meeting.
I did get a brief taste of a bad book group when the local library started one. One of the participants obviously thought she was in charge and fired questions at us in turn, fiercely shushing anyone else who dared to speak while the exam was in progress. Weirdly, half the people attending couldn’t make it for the second meeting…
I bought 50 white wire coathangers for 9.99...lifechanger!!
Soops kitchen, a place of reflection, refuge and at times revelry.
Father's Day Sunday — nobody makes cards for this type of dad


