relating to nothing in particular
I am joining Older Mum in Muddle this week in her quarterly celebration of the season past. This week we are contemplating Spring – what there was of it. Spring 2013 saw the advent, on Bibsey mountain, of the deep and meaningful conversation. Bibsey and I have our most important chats on the sofa or … [Read more…]
Oh, we are so close to the end of the alphabet that I can almost taste it. I am having a Hannibal Lecter moment, yes I am. Anyone fancy coming over for dinner? No? So anyway, in at no. 25 is You don’t bring me flowers, Babs and The Diamond. Great hair all round wouldn’t you … [Read more…]
X is for Xanadu. Not the best film ever made. My mum took me and my friend Lydia (who had these fantastic white cowboy boots with rhinestones on, of which I was terribly envious) to see it at the cinema when it came out. Even at that age I knew it was rubbish. Yes, I … [Read more…]
