Stray thoughts, tamed.
Sketches in ink - 39 My sheepskin slippers are an essential part of my translation toolkit. Occasionally, they wear out. Invariably, I take months to replace them, despite a gaping hole in the toe of one, and the resultant lack of warmth. I suppose I should be embarrassed, but I am not. I was, however,... Continue Reading →
Sketches in ink -38 It has been 28 years since I did exercises of any kind in a group. I kid you not. If you are a gym junkie and good at mental arithmetic and historical trivia, you will realise that I am making vague references to Jane Fonda workout tapes, and similar. The warm-up... Continue Reading →
That elusive pair of jeans 