The Books of My Numberless Dreams. There is perhaps a kinship among qualities; one draws another along with it; and the biographer should here call attention to the fact that this clumsiness is often mated with a love of solitude. Having stumbled over a chest, Orlando naturally loved solitary places, vast views, and to feel himself for ever and ever and ever alone. Do I remember how to do this? My blo.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006. Originally posted May 24, 2006. As we go about .

Sunday, June 12, 2005. The cats, the fiddle and I are all moved in at our new place. Come on over to the new home of Music and Cats. And, if you have linked to this site, please update your link. All contents 2004, 2005.

My name is Catherine Sanderson. Petite Anglaise was my blogging pseudonym from 2004 until 2009. For the first two years, I blogged anonymously about my life in France, about parenting a bilingual child and, very occasionally, recounted something funny that had happened at my anonymous workplace. It was the latter that got me into hot water, costing me my job. In my unidentifiable office and. A few journalists were to be found among my daily readers, and .

Tuesday, June 25, 2013. Peter, Peter booming screamer. Georgie Porgie prepped the pie. Kissed the girl and made her cry. Tends the garden, ever wary. Friday, May 31, 2013. The house was an intimidating mess. Clothes and toys and toy related debris.

The varied ramblings of a woman who is committed to a life of reading, writing and thinking, but finds herself constantly thwarted by four kids, a dog, a cat and a spouse in the country. Sunday, October 01, 2006. Like-mindedness is the most important ingredient.

Could Have Made Do With Less. Samuel Beckett writing in January 1952 about Waiting for Godo. T At this time it had not been staged. I do wish writers took this line rather than assuming they have any unique insight into the meaning of what they write. I find this passage so refreshing and beautiful. I know no more about the play than anyone who manages to read it attentively. I do not know in what spirit I wrote it. I am no longer par.