Cooking is a Game You Can Eat. First the oven, then the tin, wash your hands and then begin. Wednesday, 17 April 2013. I can happily go out, leaving it to do its thing and when I get home, there it is, cooked and ready to eat and I can dish it up to hungry mouths and feel all smug and virtuous. Splash of oil or dab of butter. Wash and slice the leeks and celery.

A Rag Bag of Odds and Ends. Saturday, 22 March 2014. Which is all fine until I wonder however will I be unconfirmed? But what, I wonder, ever happened to Atlas? Where exactly were we? Giving up. Relinquishing the burden of Trésorier. To keep his spirits up? Saturday, 15 March 2014. A BEAR HOWEVER HARD HE TRIES . A headline in the paper suggests that even babies now are becoming addicted to iPads. Where will all this lead? It makes me feel old.

Random thoughts from a roving mind! Typical Piscean, dreamer, story teller in the tradition of my country, I love to write. I could not believe that a whole year has gone by since I last blogged. Unbelievable! Queen of all she surveys. April 2001 - December 2017. Sheena takes copious notes, edits them and then contradicts.

Thursday, May 13, 2010. Thursday, May 06, 2010. Then my husband finished me off with his razor. I stayed bald for 5months and wore a wig. I quite liked the wig to begin with but now I just want my own head of hair back. Eyelashes are giving it a good shot but rather feathery at present - at least they are coming back. I looked at a photo the other day taken in the middle of chemo it gave me a real shock to see myself so hairless. Of course the hairs on my legs are rampaging! Wednesday, May 05, 2010.

Bite by bite eats the elephant. One word at a time. Wednesday, September 22, 2010.

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A bit of this, a bit of that, whatever strikes my fancy. The Mad Trouts and Others. Friday, January 6, 2017. At least the sun is shining. Posted by Little Red Hen. Tuesday, January 3, 2017.