Seven months and I haven’t written a blog. SEVEN MONTHS!!!! I could supply you with a list of extremely valid reasons, but I can’t be arsed. I’m like that now I’m sixty-three and have turned into a harpy. Seriously. I … Continued
As most of you know, I spent part of May, all of June & part of July in the UK/France/Belgium – I did post some travel pics on my website, but I didn’t write my usual blog. Gump joined me for my last two weeks over there, and we travelled back together. When we got back to the USA, we both got Covid, and stayed put for some time. I took August ‘off’ to regroup after being gone so long, and now it’s time to get back in the saddle.
It’s been an odd month. Actually, it feels more like an odd week as time seems to have changed and speeds by as quickly as chocolate leaves the fridge and enters my mouth. Gump’s silly tomatoes have grown like Jack’s beanstalk. He’s had quite a few to eat already but is constantly worrying about this or that blight, and frankly, the selection process over which tomato is going to have in his sandwich is worse than any kid picking out a toy with his birthday money.
I’m getting grumpy. I suppose it’s a natural occurrence as I grapple with my sixties, unwanted hair in the wrong places, and much wanted hair falling out of all the important places. Toss in a measure of Covid, the political … Continued
How has more than a month gone by since I last posted a blog? My sense of time has completely evaporated, along with my penchant for a dust-free house. Who can blame me? The only people to dust for are … Continued
In the thirty plus years I’ve lived in the USA, I’ve long heard Americans joke about British food. There are two predominant comments.
British food is ‘bland’ and ‘has no seasoning/flavour
How can you eat kidney pie? (This is a misconception. Small pieces of kidney are mixed with tons of steak to add flavor, and it is called a STEAK & Kidney pie)
This week I got to be eleven. I went with two dear friends to see the movie ‘Beauty and the Beast.’
It was like role reversal for me. Back a hundred years ago, I went to an ‘R’ rated movie (A Clockwork Orange) when I was 14….and they thought I was 18 (it was the boobs). Fast forward 43 years…….this time I went to a kids’ movie and I’m 57…. I didn’t even have a grandkid with me. Yep, I’m living on the edge folks.