Ramblings on life, friendship, men, vodka, everyday dilemmas, and more than a few blonde moments . Tuesday, March 30, 2010. In which the stork pays a preliminary visit.

Saturday, January 28, 2012. Everyone will have their stories of her. Everyone who knew her, worked with her or was taught by her will have some little anecdote or snapshot that they will tell in tribute of her. Students discussed her endlessly, trying to pin down what she was really. People wanted to get a handle on her. We all have our stories. Shuffling and giggles, and then the .

The adventures of the Zimdians as they travel through South East Asia. Wednesday, 24 February 2010. Almost a year to the day and here we are in London again, this time for good. For the immediate future at least. We were back in January for a couple of weeks and then we were off again, this time to pay a visit to family and friends in Zimbabwe. Thursday, 7 January 2010. Wednesday, 6 January 2010.

Writer and rather dodgy poet with retinitis pigmentosa searches for insight in the world slowly fading around her. Wednesday, 6 November 2013. My contribution, apart from pushing furniture around and then testing all the Pinot Grigio was a poem. My Mother speaks colour;. A language of taupe and tumeric, orange and ochre.

Life in the Berkshires Travel and Road Trips Writing Stories Visiting Boston Cooking and Dining. Monday, September 14, 2015. Alphabet of Daily Life - R. For someone my age, my legs are looking pretty good! It must be the enhanced circula.

For the woman who love to think and look different. Monday, September 13, 2010. why would you all ask? Loss, new life, moving house, new job, still no love. but I am back! Although I promised you all the beautiful clothes we are going to wear. but I have stopped designing for the time being. a block where wow what can I say. it is heavy and it is empty. That is the reason I chose this wonderful saying.

Friday, May 1, 2009. None of this half-assed couple of bankies business. A couple of black bin bags in a car boot. This is not a drill! It was a full half hour later that, terrified but standing firm and shoulder to shoulder, we finally answered the door to the torch-wielding, helmetted, flak-jack.

Most of us have beliefs that we just accept - like compulsory eduction is a good thing or democracy, though imperfect, is better than the alternatives. Thursday, 12 March 2009. Meanwhile, back in the real world of blogging . Actually, this could have been funny. Have to call in FT.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010. Instead of using the usual cow sleigh, we have- with some misgivings- decided to travel by the newly-launched locomotive. I have some qualms about high speed beyond the natural rhythms of the cow cart, or footwalking. Is it true that passengers suffocate at speeds in excess of 30 miles per hour? The Cobbles, Brighto.