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Oh when, oh when will the builders ever be finished?
welcome to the blog of Rilly Super. When I found myself in the north whilst my husband Billy worked in london, alone with my daughters Milly and Tilly, having to survive on only one city bonus and being over an hour from harvey nics I consoled myself with writing romantic fiction and amusing descriptions of the locals. This is my story
our place in the north
Oh when, oh when will the builders ever be finished?
the "trouble and strife"
- rilly super
- Up North, England, United Kingdom
- It was my husbands idea to move north. I wasn't very keen because it would add half an hour to the flight to Tuscany. When I talked to my youngest daughter she asked 'Oh mummy, we shan't have to eat mushy peas shall we?' but my elder daughter Milly said 'don't be silly Tilly, where we're going they all live by the river so probably they all eat beaver'
Copyright © 2007 Rilly Super
the beautiful south
predominantly provincial
- And Who Cares
- Arthur Clewley
- Baroque in Hackney
- Beatrice
- Better oot than in
- Big blue barn
- Boulmer Birder
- Brontëblog
- Cathy
- Chipen Dale
- Daily Referendum
- Daisy Turnip
- Devil's Kitchen
- Domestic goddesque
- Down by the River
- Drunk Mummy
- Dulwich Mum
- Emma K
- Enidd
- Expatmum
- Fidra Blog
- Flowerpot days
- For Foxsake
- Georgie
- Girl with the mask
- Goodnight Spilsby
- Got your hands full
- Hadriana
- I'm not listening
- Jack Havana
- Keir Royale
- Lady Macleod
- Land of Sand
- Landcroft House
- Life is all Cobblers
- Little legends
- Lizzie
- Marianne
- Menopausal Mum
- Mother at large
- Mutterings and Meanderings
- Mutterings from the Mill
- My Marrakesh
- Not Wrong Just Different
- Nourishing Obscurity
- Nunhead Ramblings
- Olivia
- Pashminas and Pearls
- Patsy's Prose
- Pig in the Kitchen
- Posh Mum
- Potty diaries
- Ramblings
- Richard Madeley
- Rob Clack
- Sarnia's Island
- Single mother on the verge
- Stay at home Dad
- The art of it
- The Secretary
- Tyke in the midst
- Yorkshire Pudding
- Ziggi
some very kind mentions
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14 comments:
hello, it's me, I can't seem to write next to a video without deleting it, my husband would know what to do but he's away so much, sob, and anyway, this way at least I'm sure of getting one comment, sigh. Terribly sorry for being so unpardonably remiss lately, I'm beginning to worry that if people suspect I'm too busy to blog then maybe I'm not the kept woman they thought, but then if they think 'belle de jour' is real I am probably worrying needlessly. Hope very much to catch up with everything at some point but in the meantime after an exhaustive search for songs giving the true flavour of life in the north I'm afraid it came down to a choice between this and John Shuttleworth so here, as they say when the BBC is on strike, is some music and take care now
Hope everything's well with you Rilly. You give the "blogosphere" a good name, so hurry back soon.
I didn't realise that comic relief was around 25 years ago... Oh, that was real?
(Fabulous - kept expecting Pan's People to burst out of the wings...)
Without broadband this is a large white square.
Just the sort of thing I like, Rilly, very relaxing, thanks...
Wow. Wow. Wow. Unbelievable!
Glad you're still on t'internet.
hello Rilly, pet. What's with this fog that only goes up to her knees then? Did she go in studio straight after paul mcartney filmed the 'mull of kintyre' video or is it just to hide her big feet? real real northern fog should be so thick all you can see are the headlights of the gritting lorry bearing down on you as you realise too late you've been driving on wrong side of road for last ten miles. ta ra for now pet
Oh Rilly darling, so glad you're still here and didn't migrate south for the winter like other birds of paradise ...
Even with broadband it's a large white square for a long time. Very zen.
I want to make a better a bird in the hand joke but...
Well, let's just say I prefer the white square. Rilly, if the wife made faces at me like that I'd go live in London. Wait, I mean I'd go live up North.
Oh. I was waiting for the clever twist at the end, promised by the title "Kate Bush - The Whole Story", but it was just 3 mins 53 secs of Wuthering Heights.
You're so clever, that I expect you meant that deliberately as a metaphor for the unfulfilled promises of life up north. Yes. I'm sure that's what you meant. Absolutely.
Honestly - I don't know who Kate Bush is - and I couldn't understand a word she was saying/singing? Is that her real voice?!
Anyway - Glad to see you are still around Rilly - hope the book is going well - and come back sooner the next time!
Thought you'd got lost somewhere on the Northern Moors - hurry back.
Phew. when i saw the vid I thought for a moment you ARE Kate Bush, but now you've explained. Hope very much you'll be back soon!
Pigx
jack, bearing up dear, bearing up and all the better for you're dropping by
potty mummy, let she who has read a bronte novel without feeling like putting on a floaty dress and singing cast the first stone
stay at home dad, large white square, sounds kind of zen, but would it work in book form, sigh
mr farty, only just clinging on by my fake fingernails...
arthur dear, the moral of the story is never boil the kettle on the floor
M&M, thankyou for sticking with me. I had thought about going south for winter but my husband has forgotten to out petrol in the car so I'm stuck here till spring, sigh
hi eats wombats, sorry to hear you are another white square person. you must have the same ISP as SAHD
Iota, thankyou for saying I am clever even though I couldn't manage to write text in the same post as a video, or even make the video appear to half the people looking at it, sigh
aims, that is her real voice although she has mellowed in more recent times. The song is inspired by the scene in the 1970's BBC adaptation ( not the actual novel, the story goes ) where Lockwood encounters kathy's ghost at the window hence 'heathcliffe its me kathy come home ' and 'let me in at your window' , well, you get the drift...
&mill, lost on a northern moor is just what I am, sigh
PITK, lovely to see you. I have got a dress like hers actually and on a cold morning perhaps I could be mistaken for her...
not that's what i call ART.
i particularly love the seaweed arms. it's how i always picture you, rilly
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