Settling down
Puppy class week 3 I’m on my own this week and arrive late and flustered, coaxing Percy into the hall with all her bits and pieces under my arm. Bed, lead, water, bowl ….. oh no – I’ve forgotten the … Continue reading
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The World in 2000 Pieces
Seriously impressed by God. 6 days to get this thing done was nothing short of a miracle. Two weeks in, we’re still looking for the polar bear’s nose. On the first day He made the edges. Then Antarctica and the … Continue reading
Golf rules, OK?
My golf buddy and I took advantage of spring-like conditions on New Year’s Day to lock horns and put the new rules to the test on our local course. The idea, or part of it, is to speed up play, … Continue reading
Better than sex
Confirmation from my sleeping partner that valeta (‘servant going to a dance’) is a kind of waltz gave me v as the third letter of ‘it was in form when young’. Since I already had L, e and … Continue reading
Araf! (Drive slowly in Wales)
I went on a Speed Awareness course in Newbury last week and a few interesting things came out of it. Not enough things to fill four hours but still, a few are better than none. Like everyone else I was … Continue reading
Je mange donc je suis
My daughter is due back from France at the weekend. I must hurry up and finish the crisps before she gets home. I’m worried about her. Her eating habits are terrible. She nibbles at mealtime and pushes her plate away … Continue reading
A day in the life
It’s great to learn from twitter and facebook how much fun other people are having and how fantastic the weather is, where they are. Life can be quite exciting here too. Unlike Saturday’s upcoming Inferno race in Mürren, yesterday’s school … Continue reading
On needles and haystacks
My first reaction to the needle in the haystack art event story was, why is he doing it in France? How many Parisian art-watchers will be au fait with English idiom? If Tate Modern showed a man stirring butter into … Continue reading
dream suite
My dreams were so vivid and peculiar, I feel the need to write them down. There were three of them and I can’t remember in what order they came, or if I moved back and forth between them. We were … Continue reading
Dead duck. Fowl play?
If our idiom-coiners are to be believed, ducks have only death to look forward to. They are doomed, and in this they are not alone. This morning I looked out on our pond and saw an inert object adrift in … Continue reading