Siobhan Hoffmann Sønderborg
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Siobhan Hoffmann Sønderborg
@siobhanhoffmann.bsky.social
Freelance creative, project manager, and business development person. Previously in HE. Currently, all over the place.
Lover of books, ceramics, snacks, silliness, exploring, foul language, visual/material culture. (And sometimes tennis and hospitality.)
Right. Hospital done. Moist bus journey almost done. I have a small pot of pineapple pieces from M&S in my bag that I have been thinking about quite obsessively all day...
December 1, 2025 at 4:12 PM
Also wrapped up, nice and cosy... A Rosie. Whose exquisite ears can hear a fridge door opening from the other side of the house...
November 30, 2025 at 5:22 PM
At this stage John would press a glass of sherry into my hands before I'd even had time to remove my jacket or shoes and insist that I stick my head in the bowl. 😆
I miss cooking with him.
November 30, 2025 at 11:23 AM
The next phase of an attempt at making a @nigella.bsky.social Christmas pudding (this year as a practice in holding grief and also trying to process it) continues, today.

The fruit has soaked for a week.
It smells divine.
November 30, 2025 at 11:23 AM
It may be the sherry, but I am resolved, next month, to brave Jarrolds food hall, with Rosie, to spent most of my festive budget on a large wedge of truffled Baron Bigod.

It's an *amazing* cheese, & Dulcie and Johnny are 2 of the nicest people you could ever meet/support. 🥰
November 23, 2025 at 3:46 PM
I just fished out the sherry glasses (they're actually Russian vodka glasses) and found (, almost missed), in the bottom, with the dust, two tiny (I'm talling smaller than a peppercorn) pieces of paper. One saying "I lov you" and the other saying "Bchk" (the noise an angry goose makes).
November 23, 2025 at 3:37 PM
I'm delighted to let you all know that it is, verily, congee season.

There is a small dog in this house who can readily attest to the healing powers of chicken and rice (although my version has non-pupsafe comestibles in it. 'Tis, after all, also the season of ginger, garlic, and chilli peppers).
November 14, 2025 at 9:17 AM
Professor John Denis Charmley.
Jovial snacker. Possessor of the most mischievous eyebrows in his field. Shriek-laugher. A better inherited Dad there never was.

Here's to you, old man.
November 9, 2025 at 4:08 PM
Tempted to get Temu solely so I can purchase this, mount it next to my front door, and engineer some kind of lever so that I can put my keys in its mouth and have it champ down on them to keep them safe.
Better than a hook.
October 13, 2025 at 4:54 PM
*satisfued lipsmack*
October 12, 2025 at 9:51 AM
The woodpecker was back again this morning. He/she is quite beautiful...
I also have some noisy starlings...
October 12, 2025 at 7:39 AM
I thought, since I stumbled upon it, and since I am thinking of the dear boy a lot today, that I might share John's recipe for flapjack - something that he was borderline obsessed with. You couldn't encounter him without him foisting some upon you, but since it's tasty, it wasn't exactly a hardship.
October 11, 2025 at 1:02 PM
She's so beautiful.
October 10, 2025 at 9:54 AM
Classy.
October 3, 2025 at 11:27 AM
*sings, hoarsely, with false jollity, to the tune Wizard of Oz*

We're off to see my mother.
October 2, 2025 at 9:53 AM
Remembering my next door neighbour and friend, today.
September 28, 2025 at 7:10 AM
The little bat with her sacrificial egg box.
September 27, 2025 at 8:36 PM
Right. Time to stop crying.
I have paperwork to sort.

Is it anything to do with me? No.

Will I earn money from this work? Also, no.

Am I too poor to be doing work that doesn't pay me? Affirmative.

Did... I have a bird on my windowsill this morning?
See below.
September 25, 2025 at 7:55 AM
Right...
September 23, 2025 at 8:13 PM
My thoughts have recently strayed to both the Midlands, and to matters concerning older people, far too frequently for my liking.
Thank (the perpetual) goodness for little dogs and good knitwear.
September 11, 2025 at 9:53 AM
D is getting ready for work by singing 'Boy for Sale' from Oliver!, à la Harry Secombe.
The subject? The dog.

She is perturbed.
September 6, 2025 at 7:10 AM
I have made spanakopita.
I don't know why I'm telling anyone this...
August 26, 2025 at 6:20 PM
Can anyone tell me what this is?
August 24, 2025 at 3:04 PM
I keep thinking about this...
August 24, 2025 at 2:50 PM
I feel like we all need some woodland vibes rn. Speaking of which... My phone is full of bad photos of twisty mountain trees:
August 18, 2025 at 9:20 AM