Blog - The Brit on the Block
My 93 year old bestie – the other man in my life….
Jonny could have been a movie star – handsome, young and fit, and a ringer for Jimmy Stewart. With a deep passion for flying, when he was 15 years old, he’d sneak out and fly a Piper Cub Coupe from Harvey Young airport – He’d go camping, which meant sleeping on the ground next to the plane, so he could take off at sunrise.
Happy New Year….wait…happy April Fool’s day…yeah, that’s the ticket.
It has been an age since I said hello – though perhaps no one even noticed?????
Bootscootin’
Back again….feeling loved because lots of you read my last blog… …thank you everyone – it means a lot and I appreciate the likes and comments as well.
It ain’t half hot mum
I actually started to write this back in March. But then I got very busy and serious. I wanted to focus on the mystery novel I was writing, and the blog kept getting in the way. So I have enjoyed a hiatus, and finished the first draft of my novel.
Going Home – Part Five
At Dublin Airport, I realized that I would sleep with any of the men there, as long as they talked to me the entire time. Readers, that statement may shock you – especially the guys who are nice enough to read my scribbles on here, but you would feel the same way if you heard those pretty Irish accents.
Going Home – Part Four
I picked the Chicken Korma – and I have to say that it was probably the best curry I’ve had in years. But the most wonderful part of dinner was that I got to spend it with my beautiful Auntie Janet (who has no bobble heads like Auntie Doreen), my cousins Steve & Lindsey (Janet’s kids), and their respective families.
Going Home – Part Three
What I didn’t mention in my previous post, was that the day I arrived in England, my cousin’s hot water heater went kaput. She was mortified. I was not at all concerned. What did I care about taking a shower/bath? I had a comfy bed, and chocolate in the fridge.
Return to the Old Towne
Take it from me, when flying any long haul, the seats in business class are well worth the upgrade. Instead of sitting in a row of uncomfortable people, feeling like a bratwurst in a packet of hotdogs, I got to stretch out languidly, curl into a horizontal fetal position and cover myself with a real blanket. And then I promptly passed into a drug induced sleep for about two hours.
The Journey Begins…..
It has been a very long time since I have checked in with the blog. Most of you know it’s because I have been off gallivanting across Europe, ignoring all my responsibilities in the USA.
A Date is a Fruit….
I am married to the Gumpmeister. It is from him that I often get my inspiration to;