I am getting confused without subtitles to these joyful posts. So I have added a subtitle to each post in this series so far, as a kind of quick reference. Flowers and bicycles I had trouble with the joystick until mid-afternoon, by which time I had dealt with two loads of laundry and removing every... Continue Reading →
Pencil in hand
There is something quintessentially civilised about sitting in a café. I love saying that because I love sitting in a café, and I love drinking coffee.I also love saying that, because anyone who might be tempted to think of something else quintessentially civilised is in danger of being thought uncivilised for doing so. Perhaps it was... Continue Reading →
That elusive pair of jeans 