My dear friend knows that I would never pass up the opportunity of sitting on four royal thumbs in a holy place.
Always wondered how many ways you had to try before it worked. I never tried to leave my lover, although I did fancy hopping on a bus occasionally.
Six of us - all only sometimes naughty children - crept out of the thatched holiday lodges in the middle of the game reserve before dawn while our respective parents were still sleeping. The planned great escape sprung into action as each one collected their fishing rods. There was muffled laughter at the... Continue Reading →
Sketches in ink - 14–33 Most of what I have written in the nineteen days since my last blog has been handwritten in flashes of inspiration with an urgent intensity to capture the thought before it skitters off again and gets lost in some pressing domestic chore or other. I spent almost a month enjoying... Continue Reading →