Milly Johnson reveals more about her book A SUMMER FLING
My Life in 8 Words
Q. What is your motto or maxim?
A. Carpe Diem - Seize the Day!
Q. What trait is most noticeable about you?
A. My height - I never have to worry about those 'mind your head' signs
Q. Which living person do you most admire?
A. My mate who runs Haworth Cat Rescue - she's absolutely dedicated, hard-working and the most selfless person I know
Q. What is your biggest pet peeve?
A. People who don't say thank you when you open doors for them
Q. If you could be any person or thing, who or what would it be?
A. I'd like to be a bumble bee for a few hours on a sunny day
October 20, 2011'Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,' so said Keats in one of the poems I remember from school. Actually I also remember reading it when I was starving and all that talk of fruit and nuts really striking a chord. However, autumn is the 'most boring season', according to most. In spring you have pretty flowers, an earth awakening and warming; summer days are long and hot, summer nights are balmy and light; winter is sparkly and hosts the grandaddy of all celebrations - Christmas. Autumn is merely full of boring brown and things die.
I must confess, I've never been much of an autumn fan. If we had to say... see more
May 04, 2011I used to think that cruises were for the very old and rich. Never wanted the slightest inclination to go on one. Then a friend of mine nagged me to death to go with her and her family and I was bullied into putting down a deposit and spending then, until arriving at the docks, thinking I’d made the world’s biggest and stupidest mistake. I had visions of the kids falling overboard and being eaten by sharks. How wrong I was. Diamonds and diamante mixed beautifully, all ages mingled and the biggest relevation of all was that I rested. For the first time in donkey’s years, I switched off my brain for longer than the length of a sleep. I... see more
September 03, 2010It’s been the most emotional summer I can remember. My son is going to ‘big school’ in September. Although he’s all grown up now and raises his eyebrows when I call it that. He’ll strut off on his first day with his uniform sparkling and his shoes polished to army standard and I’ll be the nervous wreck worrying that he’ll be okay and wondering where all the years went. One minute I was taking pictures of him on his first day in his tiny Shawlands uniform, the next I’m buying jumpers for him for Kingstone which both the dog and I could fit into.
But I’m not just sad that his days of being a... see more