Thursday, 16 February 2012
The Spice of Life.
.Three different themes today - two with a supporting picture.
First of all - thank you for the really interesting comments on yesterday's post about changing the names of streets. If you haven't read the comments then it is really worth reading them because they are so varied and reflect the interests and political leanings of those who have replied, I think.
Now to today's two themes. They say that what you have never had you never miss. I am not sure about that actually - I think it depends upon what it is to some extent. But I do know one thing for sure. What you have had, then lost, then got back again is quite a different kettle of fish.
Our Aga is - hopefully - mended and working again. (Please let it be so). The engineer has replaced the oil receptacle and it has fired up. Suddenly the whole fabric of the house is warm again. The last few days, in spite of having central heating and the wood burner going full pelt, the house seemed to get colder and colder. Now we fully appreciate the Aga. I think we had forgotten just how effective the heat from it was (we have never lived in the house without it).
Even the dog is basking in its warmth as you will see from my photograph.
And now to this wonderful book. Eryl (The Kitchen Bitch Ponders on my side bar) recommended it on her blog and her description was so interesting that I ordered the book from Amazon. Once you have registered it is all too easy to click on the order button. The book came this morning (Amazon is brilliantly efficient) and I am already on Chapter Five. It is almost impossible to put down - the book is pure magic
Eowyn Ivey (wonderful Christian name - anyone know how to pronounce it?) got the idea for the book from Arthur Ransome's 'The Little Daughter of the Snow' - if you have not read it and can lay your hands on a copy (£11.99 from Amazon uf you have a birthday coming up.) please do read it and let me know what you think of it. It is the kind of story which stays with you long after you have put it down.
So I shall go now, put my feet up by the Aga and continue the read. The trouble is although I want to know what happens, and although I just love the way the writer uses language and conjures up a wonderful image of a snowy Alaska, I don't want to finish it. But isn't that the trouble with any good book?