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Over The Cricket – MrsCarlieLee
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Diary of a Country Housewife. Category: Over The Cricket. It’s cold today, and I’m wearing a navy hat and pink, knitted gloves. It’s still early half-past seven, and the sun is a formless glimmer between fat couches of cloud. Blue sky is promised for later, and the scything Easterly wind has relented. Waiting fot the cricket…. March 15, 2016. April 18, 2016. Leave a comment on Monday 14th March. It’s the funeral today of one of my neighbours, a private, sweet little lady who liked to see the childr...
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On Great Escapes – MrsCarlieLee
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Diary of a Country Housewife. Category: On Great Escapes. On North Yorkshire – Day 3 – North York Moors. I’ve got this thing about landscape and resonance and connection, and the call of the moors is as strong as that of the sea. I want to go and walk, and listen, feel, look,. Happily, my ideas of moorland have been shaped by Enid Blyton and Arthur Ransome – I think of it as a place to range free, without grown ups and with plenty of pemmican and chocolate. Dora is in rabbiting-mode, snuffling ecstatical...
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Uncategorized – MrsCarlieLee
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Diary of a Country Housewife. On Walking: Monday 2nd January. It’s just past nine and the dogs and I are slipping and sliding down the Banbury Road. We were just whizzing round the cricket, five minutes at most, but the beauty of the morning has untethered us, sent us spinning off down the valley beneath the drying barn. The dogs are bonkers with excitement; pulling like kites on their leads. We reach the last pot-hole in a chain, the deepest, and I jump with both feet, splashing freezing mud up behind m...
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On Village Life – MrsCarlieLee
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Diary of a Country Housewife. Category: On Village Life. It’s a Friday evening, and it’s raining. We’re all knackered, and we don’t want to go out. 8216;It will be fun,’ I say. ‘And we’ve bought our tickets.’. We get in the car. There’s no cash in the house, so we have to schlep to town. Radio Two has gone weird and the children have demanded KISS, which means I have my hands over my ears. I stare from the car window at the rain, and think longingly of the blue velvet sofa, and my book*. The area between...
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Wednesday 24th February – MrsCarlieLee
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Diary of a Country Housewife. The field is beautiful this morning, the kind of beauty that you can’t photograph, only feel. The sun is rising in a cloudless blue sky, and making brilliant every frosted blade of grass, every silvered twig. I walk slowly, listening to the polystyrene squeak of my boots, my nose burning from the coldness of the air. Angry, can fart like a drayhorse, and sometimes can’t keep even food in my mouth, so I imagine false teeth must be quite tricky. This fear is absurd; a pursed-l...
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On Food! And the odd drink – MrsCarlieLee
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Diary of a Country Housewife. And the odd drink. Chocolate Rye Cake (wheat-free). As lots of you know, I’m on a low-salicylate, low-histamine diet. I’m lucky, because I don’t have to cut out food groups altogether, just not each too much of them. I also can’t eat wheat any more, which is gutting, because I love cake, bread and crumpets. God, I love crumpets. This is my Chocolate Rye Cake, and I love it. Possibly too much. 250g soft, dark brown sugar. 250g butter or margarine. Splash of full-fat milk.
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Monday 8th February – MrsCarlieLee
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Diary of a Country Housewife. Today is a day of restlessness, I can feel it fizzing in my feet, my hands. Last night’s storm is still here, the wind spiteful and violent, sending rain to rattle on the pavilion windows like hard-flung pea-gravel. The clouds are torn as they pass across the sky; ripped veils of ragged grey. The sun glimmers from behind them, featureless; a dull silver, like a too-used coin. The wicket is the sacred bit of the cricket field. It’s tended by men who stand on it with...In summ...
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On School Runs – MrsCarlieLee
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Diary of a Country Housewife. Category: On School Runs. On School: Athletics Festival. Today is the great Athletics Tournament, with which the daughters have been preoccupied for days. 8216;We’ll race against Year Sixes,’ she tells us at breakfast. ‘So we’ll lose. But as long as we try our best, it doesn’t matter if we don’t win.’. I slap hands across my mouth as Stevie agrees with her – that’s right, my darling. He sends me a Significant Look. Inside the hall, the noise becomes more distinct, in waves, ...
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Monday 14th March – MrsCarlieLee
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Diary of a Country Housewife. It’s cold today, and I’m wearing a navy hat and pink, knitted gloves. It’s still early half-past seven, and the sun is a formless glimmer between fat couches of cloud. Blue sky is promised for later, and the scything Easterly wind has relented. Waiting fot the cricket…. March 15, 2016. April 18, 2016. To have my latest posts sent to your inbox, please press the 'follow' button on the top right. Thank you! Enter your comment here. Address never made public). Enter your email ...
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On Walking: Monday 2nd January – MrsCarlieLee
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Diary of a Country Housewife. On Walking: Monday 2nd January. It’s just past nine and the dogs and I are slipping and sliding down the Banbury Road. We were just whizzing round the cricket, five minutes at most, but the beauty of the morning has untethered us, sent us spinning off down the valley beneath the drying barn. The dogs are bonkers with excitement; pulling like kites on their leads. We reach the last pot-hole in a chain, the deepest, and I jump with both feet, splashing freezing mud up behind m...
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