Otherwise known as our review of The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies, written entirely of my own volition with no free tickets involved. If you’re not a Tolkien nut, you might want to find something else to read about now!
The release of the final Hobbit film was always going to be a major event in this house. I discovered the book about 1970 and read it compulsively until I could quote great chunks of it off by heart. I still return to it occasionally, and its comforting familiarity and Tolkien’s way with words, draws me in every time. Now I own all the books about Middle Earth, several copies of some of them, and they’ve been well thumbed by me and by my children. We have videos and DVDs of the films, and we’ve been waiting all year for this, the final chapter.
But it wasn’t the film that I wanted to see. Don’t get me wrong, I really enjoyed it, and I LOVED some of the performances: Bilbo, Thorin, Bard, and Balin in particular. They were all wonderful. Dain the dwarf king was an entertaining surprise, and some of the battle scenes were impressive. And I can’t wait to see it again, this time in 3D which perhaps will make a difference to my opinion.
Disclosure: I was not asked, paid or influenced in any way to write this post.
Christmas snuck up on me this year. I’d swear that Halloween was only last week. I just can’t keep up, and the days keep passing without a card written or a gift list begun. I was all set to buy more boring stuff from the usual shops and then a chance post on Facebook reminded me of all the people I know who sell on-line. And really, it would be a crime to keep them to myself. So here are nine of my favourites:
Do you remember those lovely long evenings when the kids were young and in bed and you could relax in front of the TV for a couple of hours? Yep me too, and when I moved back here I bought a new set in anticipation. It got used regularly for about twelve months. Then we hit the “terrible” tweens, which turned out to be rather odd in this family.
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Something different today: a dear friend and published author, Patricia McAdoo, has written a review in her unique style of one of my favourite bags: the Minnie Amelie from Mia Tui.
Gone Girl Gone
Once upon a time there was a very muddled girl. Whenever she had to do the early morning school run, she would rush bleary eyed through the house wailing, ‘Where the hell are my car keys gone?’ And if anyone tried to help by asking where she might have left them, she would snap ‘I don’t know do I? They’re just gone!’
When she reached the top of a busy supermarket queue, she invariably dived red faced into her bag as people behind her shuffled from foot to foot and the checkout guy tapped his fingers on the till. She would smile a faint smile and mutter: ‘I just know my card’s here somewhere but it seems to be gone!’