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Mr Emerson
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“Here is where the birds sing. Here is where the sky is blue.” Film, fashion, food & Italy 🇮🇹, 🇪🇺.
Saturday arrives with a playful gust, giving my hair new architecture and my plans new direction. 🍂
November 29, 2025 at 7:17 AM
Friday again - proof that time marches on, but also that it occasionally waltzes. Do step in, if you feel so inclined. 💃🏻

Rock Hudson & Gina Lollobrigida | 1960
November 28, 2025 at 6:28 AM
When the cupboards looked bare this evening, I feared we’d be dining on philosophical crumbs. And yet—joy of joys—there lurked a bag of broad beans, a little olive oil, and the faint hope of supper. I give you broad bean pesto! 💚
November 27, 2025 at 6:54 PM
Thursday again: not the summit, not the valley just a ledge where we dangle our feet and decide what sort of Friday we’re climbing towards. 🌸
November 27, 2025 at 6:33 AM
Homemade lasagne on a school night? Come on!
November 26, 2025 at 6:50 PM
Midweek message. Life is a crossword with no answer sheet. You do your best with the clues, hope happiness is spelt correctly, and accept that 7 Down will forever remain a mystery. 💙
November 26, 2025 at 6:22 AM
Tuesday asked if I still felt buoyant after my birthday. I replied that the balloon does—I’m just here for moral support. 🎈
November 25, 2025 at 6:13 AM
Throw open the window, breathe in the morning, and say: ‘Very well, week I’m ready if you are!’ 🌼
November 24, 2025 at 6:08 AM
The Secret Maps exhibition at the British Library yielded a delight: Lady Mountbatten’s lingerie, sewn from old Italian campaign maps. Austerity at its most intimate. 👙
November 23, 2025 at 7:35 AM
Birthday today. Balloons floating. I’m attempting the same. 🎈
November 22, 2025 at 7:43 AM
It’s Friday! The week has done its worst; now do your best to enjoy a well-earned wobble of the hips. 🪩
November 21, 2025 at 6:25 AM
Parents evening rolls round again — I shall do my best to remain radiant, though I fear my soul may need a small lie-down between appointments.🌷

Christian Dior | 1970
November 20, 2025 at 6:29 AM
Midweek teaches patience: every stream finds its river, and every hurried soul its moment of calm. 🌸
November 19, 2025 at 6:13 AM
It is a truth universally acknowledged that Tuesdays improve in direct proportion to the thickness of one’s coat. ❄️
November 18, 2025 at 6:10 AM
At last — a carbonara that behaved itself. Too much heat and it sulks, too little and it won’t come together. But tonight, in a rare alignment of whisk, bowl, and human optimism, it was perfect. A small but meaningful victory for Monday! 👨‍🍳
November 17, 2025 at 6:14 PM
Monday once more. We straighten the tie, fortify the spirit, and step out into the great muddle of the world — to do our little bit of kindness and mischief in it. 💙
November 17, 2025 at 6:01 AM
Sunday blessings to one and all - whether you emerge in something formal or something wildly floral. 🌸
November 16, 2025 at 7:20 AM
Saturday summons us to sunshine and dog-walking; the challenge is to remain stylish throughout. 🐕

Christian Dior | 1958
November 15, 2025 at 7:47 AM
Have to dash today. Didn’t set the alarm. Happy Friday and all that! ⏰
November 14, 2025 at 7:48 AM
Thursday: the pause on the staircase. Breathe, smile, then climb on. 🌸
November 13, 2025 at 6:41 AM
Midweek message. If the wind is contrary, adjust your hat, not your hope. 🌸
November 12, 2025 at 6:18 AM
Tuesday. The inbox and I are locked in mortal combat. I send one email; three appear in its place. Truly, a Hydra in Outlook form.
November 11, 2025 at 6:18 AM
Plant your feet, stare it in the eye, and remember: it’s only Monday, not the Siege of Troy.🌸

Audrey Hepburn | 1957
November 10, 2025 at 6:25 AM
The sun has found me, and I’m too polite to move.

Brigitte Bardot | 1961
November 9, 2025 at 8:32 AM
Mrs Emerson’s away this weekend. I promised calm and order - that was until Julie Andrews and her mates popped round. 😉
November 8, 2025 at 7:22 AM