July 2, 2012 § 48 Comments
I have been thinking for a few weeks, bearing in mind I am not posting so often, that I might compensate for my lack of posts by occasionally writing a slightly different sort of post. Over the past months – and this is going to sound so bloody sanctimonious, but stick with me a moment – I have really tried to teach myself the art of relishing the little stuff (in the absence of any reliable big stuff, or indeed any big stuff at all, in the romantic department. Even if that may be about to change briefly, with the Philanderer…? Still). So, learning to glean pleasure from the every day and by the every day – don’t laugh – I mean my latte (which I have already banged on about ad infinitum), a great novel, film, play, restaurant, article, exhibition, new – I said don’t laugh – yoghurt or pair of tights on the market. Whatever. From the highbrow to the decidedly frivolous. Anyway, I thought I’d put them all in this blog, as and when they take me, for you also to take or leave, as the case may be.
I hasten to say, I am not being paid jack shit for this blog and so my recommendations come completely and utterly unsullied by commercialism, alas! They are purely and simply those things which give the Plankton the odd bit of pleasure in the absence of a husband or significant companion, which I should like to pass on to whomsoever might like to go with them too.
OK. I might as well shoot straight away. I said yoghurt, and I wasn’t joking. Rachel’s Organic Strawberries and Cream bio-live version in a smart navy blue livery. Says it’s a Limited Edition which is a vast shame because it is stunningly good and consoling and I’d like it not to be limited but to go on for a very long time. I am not saying eat it when you are feeling blue and it’ll cheer you up, I am simply saying eat it and you will be cheerful, even if you are cheerful already or don’t even feel like feeling cheerful. It’s absolutely fantastic. I currently have a battalion of pots in my fridge and they are magnificent. In as much as yoghurt can ever be magnificent. I think this one can.
Now, I promise you it’s not going to be all yoghurt recommendations. There are going to be all sorts. But I was watching Murray on the telly a bit earlier and Wimbledon brings to mind strawberries and cream. And so.
Next off, some worthy work of obscure 20th century European literature to be sure…Well, may be.