Tuesday, 1 September 2015

August Reflections

August is the only month that I've never known how to spell in French. This is because I was never at school in August. August is a month of disruptions; people on annual leave, meetings cancelled, a month with no routine. How apt, therefore, that my blog took on a different look. I hope you enjoyed meeting some of my writing friends. I told you Leicester was an interesting place to live.

I’ve been keeping busy while I’ve been away from my blog. I drove up to Manchester for a family visit. I’m getting braver at driving… a little braver anyway.  It’s always a fun, action packed time in Manchester. I was proud to see Son practicing for his first ever 5K run to raise money for Junior Diabetes Research, JDRF. As I’ve mentioned before, my five-year-old grandson has Type 1 Diabetes and it’s a 24 hour-a-day/7 day-a-week worry for them all.

The highlight of my month was a trip to London. We went to see Gypsy at The Savoy Theatre. It was a belated birthday present from Daughter; a fabulous day and an impossible-to-beat present.

I love The Savoy Theatre. If you’ve never been then you must visit it next time you’re in London. It is on Savoy Court next to the Savoy Hotel entrance with its top-hatted doormen and strange little street which must be accessed by driving on the right hand side of the road (the only such street in the UK apparently, an anachronism, something to do with carriages and ladies alighting.) When you go into the theatre you have to go down the stairs even if you’re up in the Circle. There are red velvet curtains and triangular art nouveau lighting. It’s small enough for you to never be too far away from the action, and what action it was! Imelda Staunton as Gypsy Rose Lee’s mother! She made the hairs stand up on my neck.


And now it’s September, a month of new beginnings. Of course, I no longer have the trepidation of a new school term but I have enrolled on a new course. It’s a poetry writing course so expect to see lots of poetic blogs over the next year. September is also the month when we welcome in the Jewish new year of 5776 with lots of apple and honey but more of that in another post...

If anyone would like to donate to the Junior Diabetes Charity, JDRF, this is my son's Just Giving Page. He was, until recently, a self-confessed 'couch potato'. With an apology for repeating myself, I'm so proud of how hard he is training for this.

10 comments:

  1. The trip to The Savoy sounds great. I believe that the "turning circle" on the roundabout at Savoy Court is 25 feet. This was for coaches and still is required for all London Taxis! Here comes autumn with a vengeance-looking forward to an autumn type blog maybe. Petra.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. And as if to prove your point, Petra, I did see several taxis turning!

      Delete
  2. Hi Ros - delighted you've had a chance to get away and see family and friends ... your grandson's diabetes - such a difficult disease to have so young - my thoughts to them.

    Imelda Staunton is I gather a little human package of dynamite and excels in this production. I've never been to the Savoy theatre .. must have been an amazing treat ...

    Interesting about the way in and Petra's note on the turning circle required .. cheers Hilary

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Oh, Hilary, you have to visit that theatre. It is amazing!

      Delete
  3. I bet the Savoy was stunning and to see Imelda Staunton - wow. Very nice treat. Glad you enjoyed family and friends. And it sounds like your grandson is doing well - more power to him. Keep driving and I look forward to September poems (about driving??)

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Imelda Staunton was a definite wow, Joanne. The poetry course doesn't start until October so watch this space, as they say!

      Delete
  4. Sounds like your August was fun - and the course sounds good. I look forward to a ditty or two!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. It does sound interesting, Jo. I shall have to abandon my doggerel style of verse and become a little more sophisticated I fear.

      Delete
  5. I'd love to see that show I bet it was brilliant. Well done to your son I can only imagine how hard it is to train when you've not done a run before. I couldn't run to save my life. Good luck with your poetry. I'm thinking of joining a creative writing group in the local library but I'm scared I won't be able to do anything I'm asked of. I know sounds childish but what if I can't think of anything to write about?

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. It was brilliant, Anne, and you must go to that creative writing class. Just being there will give you inspiration and I guarantee you will never sit there with no ideas of what to write. Let me know how you get on.

      Delete

Thank you for commenting. I do love receiving comments. Your comment will be sent to me for moderation before appearing here.

If you do not have a Google account, click on the Google account box and select Anonymous. Spam comments are not accepted on this blog.