tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3876767643869305059.post5377280316967422572..comments2023-09-03T09:37:28.458+01:00Comments on CONNECTING: A Small Stone Number 16BRIDGEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16143306274478695558noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3876767643869305059.post-35910979929834982372011-01-19T19:16:19.910+00:002011-01-19T19:16:19.910+00:00I'll check in with her and ask. Talk again soo...I'll check in with her and ask. Talk again soon. Like your last stone. Glad I'm not the only one that loses things if I don't jot them down!Laura Wilkinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05123567406016946332noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3876767643869305059.post-30993804612775069792011-01-17T22:38:00.568+00:002011-01-17T22:38:00.568+00:00Oh isn't that funny - I was so sure the Laura ...Oh isn't that funny - I was so sure the Laura I met there was you! Yes, I do teach at PCC (and many other places) and have met some lovely, talented people in the classes -- a real mix some starting out and others already producing interesting, exciting work...Has your friend signed up for the new term?BRIDGEThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16143306274478695558noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3876767643869305059.post-10730296356665994382011-01-17T20:01:10.573+00:002011-01-17T20:01:10.573+00:00Re. the residential... No, it wasn't me, thoug...Re. the residential... No, it wasn't me, though it certainly sounds interesting! Sadly, I've never been on one; my kids are still very young. I'd love to one day. Do you teach adults at PCC? A friend of mine does a beginners' course there and her description of her tutor matches your pic. Stay in touch xLaura Wilkinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05123567406016946332noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3876767643869305059.post-53673644721333642011-01-17T09:28:59.700+00:002011-01-17T09:28:59.700+00:00Hi Eliza love your description of your mother'...Hi Eliza love your description of your mother's Yorkshire pudding. My own two sons have similar stories about me I suspect...BRIDGEThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16143306274478695558noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3876767643869305059.post-82141710598224140742011-01-17T09:27:19.395+00:002011-01-17T09:27:19.395+00:00Hello Laura --- yes I think we might have a certai...Hello Laura --- yes I think we might have a certain work place in common, although I didn't realise it until now but I wonder if we were also both on the same residential writing weekend years ago in Oxford (where there was almost a mutiny....)BRIDGEThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16143306274478695558noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3876767643869305059.post-56923826005294295582011-01-17T09:21:32.168+00:002011-01-17T09:21:32.168+00:00Hello again,
Fear hideous spelling error in last p...Hello again,<br />Fear hideous spelling error in last post - apologies if so. Also, just read another stone - love the word mizzle. Perfect for that light, but ever so wet, rain.Laura Wilkinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05123567406016946332noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3876767643869305059.post-41245754367578523362011-01-17T09:18:10.941+00:002011-01-17T09:18:10.941+00:00This resonates so much with me - my mother is a lo...This resonates so much with me - my mother is a lousy cook - and it is exquisitely shown. Personal favourite bits - butterstock potatoes, the shrug... Gorgeous. I'm a writer and I live in Brighton (Portslade, ACTUALLY!). I think I recognise your picture Bridget... Did you ever work at the ghastly ptf? I wrote scripts and follwo up materials for them for a while and I recall your face, and indeed your book. Great read. Anyway, hello.Laura Wilkinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05123567406016946332noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3876767643869305059.post-86792716612373307132011-01-16T20:45:43.390+00:002011-01-16T20:45:43.390+00:00She was obviously very modest about her cooking, w...She was obviously very modest about her cooking, which you enjoyed so much. :)<br /><br />My mum's yorkshire puddings were like cricket balls - the dog got most of them to keep him occupied. :DElizahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11798604132464955611noreply@blogger.com