We of British stock have an alluring air of mystery about us. Hubs read me a notice one day at…
Codswallop
Slang for load of rubbish. My life as an erstwhile homeschooler and the subsequent written musings thereof may verge on codswallop at times. Mostly my day to day musings on life as a boomer exploring happenstances as they come my way are treasures worth recording.
Banning Sites on the Internet…
With four teens slap bang in the middle of the electronic age we couldn’t help but be affected by the…
I Love My Body…
I have always had a very positive view of my fully clothed body. The odd moments I catch myself…
Growing Violets…
My barista and dancer will always be a child in my heart although we are trying to move away from…
My Patriotic High Street…
I snapped these pictures between Sainsbury’s and home on our patriotic High Street in Beckenham. This is an up market…
Reunited in Heaven…
Last night our little group gathered Bronte style in the Lady Chapel of St. George’s. It was cool and dim,…
Joint Remains…
My father died a little more than two years before my mother. His ashes were carried from Broadstairs to London…
Deeply Buried Topics of Conversation…
A small portion of my sojourn here in England has been taken up with the reverent disposal of my parents’…
Favourite Food for Beloved Visitors…
My elderly uncle, brother of my late father, was visiting. We talked about family, naturally, he is the oldest living…
A Visit to my Daughter…
Our trip this week involved my daughter. She was officially on half-term but unofficially rehearsing so we couldn’t whisk her…