Whenever I think of beach sand, the noise of the sea rushes into my ears. I have never lived near the sea. On one holiday, I found the constant breaking of the waves so comforting to the soul, I earnestly wished I could preserve that auditory memory forever. The memory does not last; it is... Continue Reading →
Zorf and his anatomy
I bought two black pens today. I had to try them out. Zorf appears here and here so far. Theodora and Zorf share the same birthday. What can I say? Their stars collided. They were destined to meet! Allison
Feet up
This is a multicultural photograph without trees. I took it a year ago whilst waiting for my train home from Lisbon (Entrecampos Station) after attending an important event in my life in an outfit quite different from the one pictured. The Courteney® boots are real leather and from Zimbabwe. At the time of the photo,... Continue Reading →
Two-minute edit, referenced.
After immersing myself in the hundreds of opinions and articles which stemmed from my reading Fiona McQuarrie's (Freshly Pressed) blog entitled, "Imagine: How Did This Happen?", and hastily checking whether I still believed what I have written about plagiarism on my website, I thought that perhaps I should snap out of the daze thus induced and... Continue Reading →
Where am I?
Maps are fascinating, but these World Maps on Francesco Mugnai's blog are really fascinating. This is the kind of visual stimulation which should be obligatory in every government office the world over. Such things would also be useful in public health clinics of every description. In fact, anywhere a queue is likely to form or... Continue Reading →
Buckets of colour
I have never categorically admitted to having a bucket list. One item on that bucket list is quite complicated really. It involves mural art. I am not an artist in the professional sense of the word, although some would say a rather rigorous critic! Apart from the fact that right now I need to use... Continue Reading →
Sing!
I love singing hymns. I loving singing my heart out singing hymns. I used to have a 1966 Austin 1100 which was 22 years old when I was its custodian. The whirr of the engine and the slight vibration of the rusty floorboards were perfect for singing on the half-hour journey to work and back... Continue Reading →
Snippet
I am fond of identifying properties I may wish to buy were I to win first prize in the lottery. Especially properties in the area where I now live. One day, upon returning from a trip to the hardware store with the husband of a close friend, we approached a bend where one such property... Continue Reading →
Ein Amerikaner und ein Hamburger betraten einen Diner…
Summer is almost over. I shall have to curtail my blogging activities, as I look forward to a mountain of work in the months ahead. I am toying with the idea of really short blogs, though. I shall leave you with this bit of silliness: I recently learned that at least one American diner exists... Continue Reading →
Zorf and his scarf
At least the characters have names. No character yet, to speak of. Just names. Allison
That elusive pair of jeans 