The Tate Gallery,The Art of Giving, and Fate.

Chance comes but only to the prepared mind,  so say old Chinese proverb. Today I had a communication from the Tate who wish to use a picture i have loved for all my adult life in a book. Anyone who is a writer will know that painting and writing are natural bedfellows. I have been unable to write for four months but today the replication of this picture turned a key and unlocked a room I had not been able to accesses for a long Time. Ralph Aldo Emmerson said that painting should not dazzle but domesticate.  There it was so my new book was born and it is all in my head meeting with a painter and his muse in 1956  ” You know nothing and you are suffering” he said “read Stendhal in French and educate yourself …. this can be your home”.

That Meeting rescued me .It is  a journey I need to take again so damn the eleven thousand words already written about the revolting Corn Laws this is about life as I have seen it lived . He was about seventy then and I was a terrified girl…. I have seen him every second of everyday since that moment and his wife domesticated me her quiet touch is there in all of my soon to be thirteen descendants little things, so precious and instinctive …. occasionally outsiders try to steal in and stealthily try to own some of the magic but they cannot i is ephemeral. This is my journey back off witless,  plunderers you are not of the enlightened

Melanie Reid, The Must Have Bible and May Day.

I used to think the must read book was Duff Cooper’s biography Talleyrand  but  Yes I know that dates me but so what? The change your life book ” The World I fell Out of ” Moi has been very down having been assailed by mysterious incapacitating health problems, as instanced by being unable to see the magnificent blossom in our ravishing garden properly as my angry retinas bugger it all up. Also no driving  so walking to Boots for the Tena lady is the big event …. Joking actually.  So this is where Melanie comes in her book is inspirational she is paralysed from the neck down, whose life was snatched by silly riding accident,  we all know who she is we read her column in the Sunday Times   . But the woman made me smile, celebrate the fact that I can walk to Boots , I can go to a movie with a dear  friend i can go to Zara and get that bomber jacket , i can stagger down the road with my adorable dogs and so much more. People have been very wonderfully fabulously kind including my astonishing friend who  has sat through all the grave conversations asking  Scary Consultants the questions which i should be asking myself. Melanie Reid says it all , celebrate what you have as Andrew Marr, says in his forward “reading this book will change you”.

This morning I think I saw the Almond tree more clearly , Mrs May should remove herself and read this book before she ruins all of our lives anymore than she has already done … read this….. Mrs May you will have time on your hands, it may help you find some humility and wisdom …….    you have become the most unforgiving of things a terrible bore.

Dump Etiquette

So Mrs May will soon be dumped it will be dressed up with a plethora of handkissing and statement necklaces from those smarmy Europeans and a notable absence of female support. Here is the thing Lady Thatcher was the same animal except much cleverer and with a great intellect but neither had any close women friends.  Lady T did not like women  but she did like men who stabbed her in the back in the end.

I rather think Mrs May does not like anybody least of all herself, reported speech in the savvy Spectator described her as a dead eyed old Haddock on  visit to a  well known fishing port.

So where  are the female warriors  who defend there own not one to be seen she even sidelined Amber Rudd who had already fallen on her sword over the Windrush scandal,if you don’t love and defend other women you are bound to fail in the end watch how Mrs May works a room just like ” Margaret”. God help us all.


“Same old”s–t” I have never been unable to write anything before, but four months have passed, and the fabulous moi has been absent to the world of waffle . However, this morning, the earth moved (nothing moves after  major surgery)  and not just the brain with writers block, but the other kind as well, and the thousands of people who had awaited the return of the genius maybe disappointed . Guess what ? Nothing has changed much, except the weeks of agony have been worth it. And note the sense of irony; I think I may have my sense of humour back.

Not about the chronic situation, though as per the world and the weirdo’s who re not governing;  but in the home, where it is  a permanent war zone along with “you know who”  and a compelling phobias for turning off switches … deep freezes , life support machines, and such like; in the interests of economy of course.  Thank God for the young people who breeze in and out, some of them living here. There are, a few angels about; you just have to see them.