‘The old year now away is fled, the new year it is entered;
Lord bless us all, and so I end:
God send us a happy new year!’

Thank you to everyone who visits here and chats with me. May you have a happy, healthy and peaceful new year.

An old postcard which the senders had printed with their names on and sent to ‘Frank’.
Like them, I wish everyone a happy, healthy and prosperous new year.
I got this from [livejournal.com profile] gghost

In 2014, callmemadam resolves to...
Give some monica edwards to charity.
Tell my family about keats.
I do!

Drink four glasses of radio4 every day.
Now you're being silly

Take evening classes in nccpg.
No such thing, I'm afraid.
Go gardening three times a week.
This weather? If only.

Spend less time on radio2.
I already do

Get your own New Year's Resolutions:
Hardy wrote this poem at the turn of the 19th and 20th centuries.

The Darkling Thrush

I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-grey,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.

The land's sharp features seemed to be
The Century's corpse outleant,
His crypt the cloudy canopy,
The wind his death-lament.
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
Was shrunken hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
Seemed fervourless as I.

At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited;
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt and small,
In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom.

So little cause for carolings
Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
And I was unaware.
Thomas Hardy

Photo BBC

My last LJ post of 2013 and I wish everyone a happy, healthy and prosperous 2014.
Suddenly, the Christmas decorations look a little silly. I spent much of the morning gardening and before I came in, picked a spray of roses.

Happy New Year, everyone.

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.

The latest Just William TV adaptation is set in 1953 and some people don’t like it because they think of William as a 1930s figure. Since the last William book was published in 1974, it seems perfectly reasonable to me; plus, it gives the set and costume designers a chance to show what they can do. This series is a must-watch for all those lovers of vintage out there, who can feast their eyes on carefully chosen fabrics, crockery, clocks and biscuit tins just like nobody actually had in their 1950s home because they were still getting by with pre-war stuff. There’s even bunting, without which it seems no home is complete. The boys wear pretty nifty knits, too.

So does it work? I was worried by the casting of Daniel Roche, fearing that he’d just be Ben from Outnumbered with a short haircut but thankfully that hasn’t happened. If anything this William, however surly and hard done by, gets on better with his parents than Ben does. That’s the big change from the books; the parents have been given lines and lives. In the stories, Mr and Mrs Brown are flat characters; Mr Brown at work or behind a newspaper, Mrs Brown forever darning socks. Here, they actually talk to William and Mrs Brown (the excellent Rebecca Front) has a rebellious streak! William’s motor-mouth grumbling is spot on, the music is perfect, Martin Jarvis narrates and as long as four boys are stalking in the woods with a dog, everything is just right. I don’t believe that the Brown family would eat in the kitchen and I can’t help regretting Bonnie Langford and Diana Dors. It was full of stars playing small parts and nice to see Denis Lawson as the headmaster.
Toast )
Happy New Year, everybody.

One of many pictures of women reading, from my desk diary for 2010.
This meme nicked from [profile] dorianegray doesn't work as well as the Twelve days of Christmas did. For one thing I already have a complete set of Dornford Yates. As for cutting down on gardening, I should be doing a lot more.

In 2007, callmemadam resolves to...
Go knitting three times a week.
Drink four glasses of mozart every day.
Go to the charles dickens every month.
Cut down on my gardening.
Buy new dornford yates.
Get back in contact with some old grace james.

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