Diary
January 11, 2009
Gales in Dublin today on a dark and rainy afternoon. How the winds lashed against the rooftops and the trees sashayed up a flamboyant dance. Puddles on the street and slippery, wet pavements. Dublin knows how to conjure up a mood all its own. It's a much harsher winter than what I remembered of last January.
I ate dark chocolate, drank wine and watched British thrillers on the telly. I was utterly lazy. I chose RTE's Miss Marple, Hetty Wainthropp Investigages and of course, there's Gordan Ramsay's Hell's Kitchen series. I'm going to miss the final next week. The scripts produced for a Hetty Wainthropp detective series is full of wry humour and dry writ. Just listening to the language always teaches me to write better as well. Tomorrow, I must do some last minute shopping, pack for the last time and I can have a relaxing 2 days after. I'll be back in Ireland in just over a month but I'll stop in London first. - suzan abrams -
Gales in Dublin today on a dark and rainy afternoon. How the winds lashed against the rooftops and the trees sashayed up a flamboyant dance. Puddles on the street and slippery, wet pavements. Dublin knows how to conjure up a mood all its own. It's a much harsher winter than what I remembered of last January.
I ate dark chocolate, drank wine and watched British thrillers on the telly. I was utterly lazy. I chose RTE's Miss Marple, Hetty Wainthropp Investigages and of course, there's Gordan Ramsay's Hell's Kitchen series. I'm going to miss the final next week. The scripts produced for a Hetty Wainthropp detective series is full of wry humour and dry writ. Just listening to the language always teaches me to write better as well. Tomorrow, I must do some last minute shopping, pack for the last time and I can have a relaxing 2 days after. I'll be back in Ireland in just over a month but I'll stop in London first. - suzan abrams -
posted by Suzan Abrams, email: suzanabrams@live.co.uk | 12:58
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