As an obedient daughter I heeded my mother’s warning never to answer the door. This is sound advice for a youngster in London, but no good for an aspiring Christian.
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.
Cigarette Smoke…
the smells of my grandfather’s tobacco mixed with warm leather transport me to gentle, childhood summer holidays spent with them.
The Weather!
The trees have got it right and I am enjoying their colourful expressions of the season, they add warmth ad brightness to the coolest, dullest day, if you care to look.
A fragrant broth with its surprising blend of flavours captures the colourful expression of the season perfectly too…
In one of my mother’s pudding basins.
The Tate Britain…
When I read about a Lowry exhibit while I was here my heart lurched at the familiar stick-like figures bracing themselves in the cold winds of winter in their drab, depressing, Manchester.
Staying Alive at the O2 Arena…
We went to the Mythology Tour at the O2 Arena. Anyone would think I’d never been to a live concert,…
Welcome to the World….
Exactly twenty-eight years ago, to the very day, my First was Born. I was carrying a lot of weight around.…
Across the Pond…
My thinking came about because of the number of biscuits I eat a week, I reasoned I should cut them out before my midline started to wail about needing larger trousers.
The City of London Distillery…
Today was a new day. Worries about our future could be laid aside. We went for an afternoon gin and…
Late Summer…
I heard a child exclaim,
“Let’s slide in the mud!” and I imagined my feet going from under me and walking home with the evidence smeared on the seat of my pants.
Drink of His Living Water…
Feeling battered by all the changes taking place in my life. I need to go to the Shepherd’s Well for replenishment.