I’m relieved now that my brain has calmed down a little and I’m no longer wandering the house at night. My cats are staring at me with gold owl eyes. They’ve had two months of peaceful nights and suddenly there’s
So, does everyone know we are completely mad about minis? [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J3QrgxKkWwg]
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by
Today I drove over a dead fox on the A 404. I was driving my Austin 7 and going about 60 mph and, well, I’m a complete wimp about these things. The problem is that the fox was right in
Parking in Oxford cost about £100/hour (allowing for the most marginal exaggeration), and even if you can afford the fees, the parking is usually limited to only two hours. I hate being under any kind of limit so I use
I’ve been noticing a few things about life lately. This might sound a bit elementary but here goes: cats actually eat the mice/birds/rabbits they catch! I know, I know, where have I been hiding? But the truth is that I’ve
I walked back to my painting the other day and thought, “We need some colour around here.” I was using brilliant carmines and buttery yellows and cerulean and blue but I managed to subdue the colours with black…like the weather outside…like
One of my most favourite old books is falling apart. It is a small, leather bound, 1907 book-of-the- heart written by Elbert Hubbard called White Hyacinths. Before it eventually disintegrates I mean to frame the first page; it read: If
I confess that I’m really reluctant to put up the seven foot inflatable Santa – complete with motorcycle, sidecar and shades . It’s not that I don’t like him, I do, we all do, makes us laugh, but as anyone