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Saturday, 30 April 2011

Congrats to Wills & Kate!

Yesterday I thoroughly enjoyed watching the Royal Wedding of Prince William to Catherine Middleton on TV with my mum. It was a historic moment - one where I can say to my children/grandchildren/nephews/nieces/godchildren (whichever I am blessed with), that I saw it that day.

Ok so I wasn't in London with the crowds, and I didn't attend any street or garden parties to celebrate, but just spending the day with my mum watching the arrivals, the ceremony, and the balcony scene on TV was special and made us feel part of the day.

My brothers and a number of my friends are vehemently anti-royalist. Whilst I do understand their views in many ways, I believe the royal family are an asset to this country, and I think that Kate is a wonderful addition to their ranks. She looked every bit a princess in her beautiful wedding dress, and it was pretty obvious for all the world to see how much she and William love each other.

We celebrated with a home-made raspberry gateau made in honour of the occasion, which was delicious (and as I don't like fruit cake or marzipan better than wedding cake!), and when we went out with my dad and my husband for dinner that evening we said a special toast to the happy couple.

Congratulations to their Royal Highnesses, the Duke & Duchess of Cambridge! May your marriage be blessed and your love for each other grow more each day!

Here are some lovely pictures from the special day on the BBC website.

Saturday, 16 April 2011

Goodbye to the Flat


I haven't written a blog post for ages, the main reason being that we have just moved house. After we got back from honeymoon we moved into a large flat in the centre of town. Not being particularly urban people we chose to live there because of the empty property below that our church was hoping to purchase to open a cafe as part of a new town-wide ministry. Whilst this is still something the church is planning to do the property was not right - on our arrival at our new marital home after a blissful honeymoon in the West Country we discovered that a local charity was going to open a second-hand furniture shop there - they had pipped us to the post. In reality the cafe is all about God's timing, and things wouldn't have been right if we had gone for this property. It seems that our living arrangements are all about God's timing too, and things have now worked out for the best for us. The flat was fantastic and a nightmare simultaneously. Ultimately the stress became too much for us and when the opportunity to rent a small old mid-terrace house from a friend of ours came up then we jumped at the chance. It all happened quite quickly with the letting agency doing their best to find new tenants as we wanted to leave before the end of our contract but didn't really want to pay rent on two properties!

With the help of family and friends we packed on a Saturday and moved on a Sunday. It was manic but worth it. We cleaned the flat to perfection so that it looked better than when we had moved in. My last visit to the flat was to read the electricity meter and hand the keys back to the letting agent. While she went round doing the 'check' I had a chance to gaze at the empty rooms and mentally say goodbye to our first home together.

The conversation went something like this:

Me: "Goodbye flat. Thanks...sorry it didn't work out."

Flat: "That's ok. I understand. I need people who love being in the centre of everything to live here. People who will thrive next door to a lively pub."

Me: "Yeah, that was probably the toughest part. You know we wouldn't have lived here if it hadn't been for the possibility of the church getting the shop below?"

Flat: "Yeah. But you've got to admit. I do have some great perks. Massive rooms. Fantastic views out the back across to the brewery and the Downs..."

Me: "Those were a winner...sitting out on the roof terrace with a cup of tea looking at that was always special..."

Flat: "Yep, and what a great view you had of the Bonfire Night processions out the front! And the buses stopping right outside - great for your husband getting to work! And right next door to the supermarket, perfect for forgotten essentials!"

Me: "I know, I will miss that. It's not too far to walk from our new place, but it's not next door anymore either..."

Flat: "But it will be a lot quieter where you are now...and you'll have neighbours...and you'll enjoy the walk to work more now too, right?"

Me: "You bet! It will be quieter, without being isolated at night, and I don't have to walk up the loud, polluted High Street daily now. And, in winter, it will be warmer."

Flat: "Ah...central heating...sorry I couldn't offer that. But you know, no gas here, so Economy 7 storage heaters it had to be."

Me: "Well it was a good lesson in how to keep warm without relying on heating. We could use that in the future! But I won't miss sleeping in a room in temperatures less than 10 degrees."

Flat: "I understand. Well, I hope the new people are party animals. They will love this place so much more!"

Me: "Flat, it's not that I didn't love you. You were my first home with my husband. You will always be special for that. We learnt a lot about ourselves here. We overcame our problems with you together. You were a good place to start our married life. We will appreciate our new little house so much more. And I know you will be a good home to others, who will love and cherish you. I'm sorry I didn't love you more, but I never really felt myself here... You do understand don't you?"

Flat: "I do. Thank you for being good tenants and for cleaning me up so well. All the best!"

Me: "Goodbye! And all the best to you too. Keep those draughty sash windows shining!"

Do I miss it now? No. Do I regret living there? No. Am I glad we've moved? So much.

And, I will never take central heating for granted again!

Photos my own.

Tuesday, 15 February 2011

The Beauty of the Ballet

The first job I remember wanting, at the age of 5, was to be a ballerina. My mum and I went to see Sleeping Beauty performed by the Moscow City Ballet at the Theatre Royal in Brighton at the end of January. Our favourite ballet performed beautifully reminded me why I had wanted to succeed at ballet. Indeed, my heart fluttered and soared as I watched the incredible dancing, and a little part of me wondered why I hadn't pursued that particular childhood dream. But then, at the age of 5, I also wanted to be a nurse like Mummy, and a teacher because I loved school and admired my teacher. Then I discovered I was very good at writing stories, and so a career in writing was what I decided on and that hasn't changed.

I started ballet lessons when I was 3 - I even had a pair of ballet pumps ready, which I had worn as a bridesmaid at my uncle's wedding just before I started classes. I loved the dancing, the pretty pink leotard with a little skirt, the tie-over cardigan, even better my pink tutu for shows. I once got the lead, when I was 6, as the rose fairy in my class' dance for our summer show. I liked being pretty and girly. Yet my teacher was a dragon. She was good at heart, I think, but quite strict. Bad grand plies were spotted a mile off. She had me in tears once when she threatened to hammer my feet to the floor if I didn't improve my turn-out. For a young child that is a pretty terrifying prospect!

Despite this I very much enjoyed ballet and performing, but by the age of 7 I was becoming more of a tomboy and I had a huge interest in my school work, especially writing stories! At the age of 9 I left ballet altogether. I didn't regret it, I knew I would always love it, but there were other things that were more important to me and I didn't have the dedication to continue.

Dedication. That is the word.

Whilst Sleeping Beauty was stunning, the dancing fantastic, I felt a pang of melancholy as I thought of where that dedication can lead. One dancer was painfully thin. True they were all very slim, but she looked like she was starving. Yet, she had a boundless energy and a beaming smile that just didn't compute with her emaciated appearance. I don't know how common they are in the industry, but I have heard the term 'eating-disorder' associated with ballet more than once...

My husband and I went to see Black Swan on cinema the following week. It was a brilliant film, although perhaps not one of my favourites. It is less about ballet and more about control and perfection. The main character, Nina, whose main aim is perfection as a dancer, needs to learn to lose control and yield to her darker side in order to dance the Black Swan, as well as the White Swan, in her company's production of Swan Lake. As you watch Nina's transformation in character you do come to appreciate that there is a darker side to ballet and such hard work.

As a remedy to this (often scary!) film, whilst my husband was studying one Sunday afternoon, I indulged in watching a favourite chick flick, Center Stage, about a group of ballet students at the American Ballet Academy in New York, preparing for the end-of-year workshop that will determine their future careers. The top student, Maureen, is pushed by her ambitious mother who was unable to become a successful dancer herself (like Nina's mother in Black Swan). Maureen is a perfect ballerina but she finds no true joy in it. The main character, Jody, on the other hand loves dancing more than anything but almost misses being cast in the workshop due to her "bad feet" and "poor turn-out." Luckily Cooper Nielson, the American Ballet Company's top male dancer, spots Jody's potential and gives her the main role in his ballet for the workshop. In the workshop Jody is a roaring success because she dances so beautifully - "you can't take your eyes off her." Maureen, however, ultimately realises she is doing ballet for her mum and not for herself, so she abandons her role as the lead in the company director's ballet at the last minute, allowing the rebellious but amazing dancer, Eva, to shine in her stead. It's a cheesy story (although the dancing is fab) but the ideas in it ring true.

Ballet is hard work. It is about control. Without it the focus would be gone for those moments of pure balance. But ballet is also about beauty. The Moscow City Ballet danced as though that was what they were designed to do - naturally, freely, beautifully. You couldn't take your eyes off them. Only at one point was the control noticeable, when you could see the concentration on Princess Aurora's face, when she had to stand in a prolonged position of attitude (on one leg) whilst she greeted her row of suitors. But then who could argue with control when you've got to stay in a position like that!?

I could never have got to that stage if I'd continued with ballet. I do not have the dedication. I always want to be at the point of pirouetting freely so I appear to be flying without the hard work it takes to get there. And that applies to life too. Patience is something I am still learning. Hard work too. One day the words I write will be a full novel and someone somewhere will love what I have written. But that won't be tomorrow. Dancing or writing - control and freedom, patience and dedication, passion and beauty. All ingredients are needed. But it will be worth it. Because one day you will make someone's heart flutter and soar, as the Moscow City Ballet did for me, and that is really what it is all about.

Friday, 4 February 2011

Wait a Minute...We're in 2011!?

Right, so I haven't blogged for far too long. That now must change. I need to write more. I want to write more. I must write more. God has told me, my husband has told me, my friends have told me, my doctor has told me. I have told me.

*slap wrists for sloppy blogging*

Here's to a better year in terms of writing, huzzah!

Sunday, 10 October 2010

Afternoon Tea



Oh how elegant and refined it is to spend an autumn afternoon drinking tea and scoffing cake. Ok, so scoffing cake may not be elegant and refined per se, but it is damn good fun, and an excellent time was had by all!



Yesterday we went to a friend's birthday party in London. The birthday girl had done a marvellous spread of sandwiches, scones and cakes, and created a truly 1940s feel - vintage tea cups, bunting, and 1940s music provided the proper afternoon tea atmosphere. It was great to catch up with people, to celebrate a combined birthday and engagement (so therefore much talking about weddings!), and of course, to consume copious amounts of tea and cake, huzzah!


Photos my own.

Sunday, 19 September 2010

Christian Camp!

Back in August, along with a group of friends from church, we attended Momentum. Momentum came out of Soul Survivor, held annually at the Bath & North West Somerset Showground near Shepton Mallet, specifically for students and those in their 20s. We were both nervous at the concept of going to "Christian Camp". Up for it, but a little bit scared! Well it was awesome!

It is a festival rather than a camp - we did sleep in tents, and have to share communal toilets and showers (they weren't bad as far as camping standards normally go!) - but there was no Koom-biyah around the fire or silly games - unless you wanted to do those things of course. There was just a lot, a very lot, of JESUS. And Jesus based stuff. Seminars, cafes, stands, bookshop, prayer room, chat room, all dedicated to our Saviour and our relationship with Him, and it was pretty fab! The highlight was the main meetings held in the Big Top, apparently the biggest tent in Europe. Here, all 4,500 people would come together to spend time with God, worshipping Him, learning from Him, and allowing His Spirit to work in us and show us His will for our lives, and His pure, never-failing love for us.

Stuff at work has been exceptionally tough recently, and it was reaching a horrible point before we went away to Momentum. God really blessed me while we were away, and although things at work haven't changed dramatically He has made me stronger and much more able to deal with the current situation. We sang some amazing new worship songs during the Big Top meetings, but one struck me above all the others, which was 'Our God' by Chris Tomlin. We sang it on the first night, and during the chorus (as below), God really spoke to me. He is so much greater than any other, and it is in Him that we find our strength.

Our God is greater,
Our God is stronger,
God You are higher than any other!
Our God is healer,
Awesome in power,
Our God, Our God.

And if our God is for us
Then who could ever stop us?
And if our God is with us
Then what can stand against?


Here is a clip of Mike Pilavachi and Andy Croft giving a little look back at the awesome Christian festival we spent a few very soggy days in August at.

And yes, we do want to go back next year!

Wednesday, 1 September 2010

So Very Special

Further to my post on Love I think our wedding day summed it all up perfectly - God, family, friends, and love all there on that significant day in our lives. We didn't want the day to end. It really was so very special.




Photos by Jess Foreman, our wedding photographer