R's rue

Ihad my hair cut before work tonight . I have a stylist rather than a barber!  This is a step up for me.  She laughed when I asked for something to be done tonight,  I told her it looked like shredded wheat. Going through my trusty Filofax yesterday I noticed that I had a film Studies lecture booked for tomorrow night. The subject is film noir and it is a couple of hours after by Opera appreciation course, and so I was really looking forward to it, but I was rostered onto night shifts so had forgotten .  Luckily a colleague is covering for me , which is sweet of her. I’ve organised my Filofax ( yes I use a Filofax and not my phone!) and crammed it with E tickets for forthcoming excitements in between black sets of nights….! What fun! An outdoor production of a Pride and Prejudice in Chester An Sunday afternoon showing of Now Voyager and lunch at the Jaunty Goat A Vivaldi concert in the Botanical House in Sefton Park Catching Comets, ( another out...

 Lord In this thirty-eight year Please let me live well Praise effortlessly Pray with intention And those  That hurt me Love them So that they Can do  The same Regine Don’t  Be  Offended How they  Treat you  Is not A reflection Of your character But theirs Lord You know My heart Refine it And make It whole from R's rue https://ift.tt/3zQ4O0i

It's "Yorkshire Day" today! May I take this opportunity to wish you and all other visitors to this humble Yorkshire blog a very HAPPY YORKSHIRE DAY ! Yorkshire is England's biggest ceremonial county. Our population is bigger than Scotland's thought we don't receive the advantageous  funding that Scots have  enjoyed for generations. We hope to get a big slice of that when  or if Scotland goes independent. Official forms often ask correspondents to state their "nationality". Here in Yorkshire, I am not the only one who prefers to write "Yorkshire" rather than "British" or "English".  We are rightly proud of our wonderful and varied county with its rich history and its spirit of common sense, fairness and creativity. We feel ourselves to be a long way from London which seems like an alien place populated by Old Etonians, bankers and newspaper editors who know little about Yorkshire and the rest of The North. Yorkshire...