A blog full of memories
This poem is something from my past. My sister kept a copy. She recently scanned it and sent it to me. My mum is an avid quilter. One sister is a sewer and a knitter. The other does needlepoint and cross-stitches. Needle-less to say–I still twiddle my hair.
I’m inventing new expressions to add some technicolour to my everyday life. I think I will take submissions for this blog entry. That would be funny. Here are a few that immediately come to mind. Korky flapper (noun): A korky flapper is actually the wee flappy bit inside the toilet tank that is connected to …
My friend and neighbour Paul Brasset has been a winemaker in Sonoma County for over thirty years. Over those thirty years, he has won the Sonoma County Sweepstakes award for his Chardonnay (more than once). He has recently started selling wines from his own cellars, but has started with only Syrah and Zinfandel. I asked …
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all your yesterdays are disappointed For lack of cookies. Out, out, filtered coffee! Life is but a mere shadow of sallow youth, That struts and frets for lack of a wee sweet treat. …
My new colleague and friend, Peugeot Hugo, is from Britain. This blog entry is dedicated to being British. London Underground. For commuters everywhere. Pick a spice. If you were a Spice Girl, who would you be? www.jcb.com. A multinational family-owned company that shares my initials. More from the Friday Project. Caution: contains some very rude …
Here are some new words and phrases that have recently come into my vocabulary. I went snowboarding one weekend in February with my friends and neighbours: Carol and Jimmy. These new words are from Bob, Carol’s father. lubo (noun): Pronounced lube-oh. To be a stupid, silly fool. For example, you might be driving along the …
