So busy in the garden these days that I have no time to write this blog but I am so pleased with the flowers this year that I just had to put some photos on.   Hollyhocks Mixed seeds Summer flowers  Don't know what these are called  Monbretia that a friend gave me last year

                          Everybody does Breton Dancing

   An Event on International Women's Day   http://passed.weebly.com A group of women in Stoke-on-Trent have set up a website for women of Stoke to submit personal stories of achievements.

Sorry if old blog is boring but I was so pleased to find it. I thought it was lost for ever and it was a time when I wrote a lot. It was like losing a diary. And the best bit is I can access it now . The only problem is that it has suddenly appeared in capital letters. Now when I want to change a paragraph from lower case to upper I have no idea how to do it.

Monday, 21 May 2007 Update  First of all I want to record the last few weeks. I went to London at the beginning of May. I went partly to see my Granddaughter's new flat and new cats. (cat talk may become boring to people who don't like cats) I went also to attend the AGM of an organisation called NPN (Natural Parents Network) and I will write more of that later. Lastly I went to bring back this laptop which I bought from my son. If you ever read my old blog then you will know the effect that computers have on me and indeed what happened to my old laptop Posted by Fleure Sauvage at 11:38 Monday, 21 May 2007 To continue     --   I posted that to check that I hadn't lost it because on my last blog often when I wrote a post it disappeared which is quite annoying and contributes to the madness making effect of computers. Anyway, back to London. The weather was superb, but the pollution was horrendous. I did not stop coughing the whole ...

Monday, 21 May 2007 still in London Two of my best friends came down for the day to see me and to see the photo exhibition in the National Portrait Gallery of women writers. It was a little disappointing in one respect as it was so small. I imagined that it would have been much, much bigger. We had to walk through a labyrinth of other exhibits. I was annoyed a little at this because I had so little time but also fascinated by much of what I saw and resolved to go back next time I am in London. The women writers all wrote so much and so well. I felt dwarfed. How does one continue to write when confronted by great ability and success. I bought four postcards. One of Beatrice Potter who looks like the detective Miss Marple as played by Margaret Rutherford. One of Dorothy Hoskins of whom I know nothing but guess from the portrait that she was a writer as she is surrounded by books and papers. She looks like someone I would have liked to have known. One of Oscar Wild ...