SWAK
A lovely friend of mine posted something on Facebook the other day, which then led to a rather surprising discussion. I’m bringing it here, because I found it so odd, so left field, that I had never given it a
Time Flies In Bluebell Woods
Everyone calls them the Bluebell Woods. It’s not the real name of the woods, but no one seems to know what they are called and it ultimately doesn’t matter anyway. They’re the Bluebell Woods. We have a bit of a
Porcelain Deities
Three days after our leave from the brilliant country of India, and we’re still suffering. Not from missing India (which we do), but the lingering “Dear Jesus, Did You Drink the Water?” effects. And no, we didn’t drink the water.
Yesterday and Tomorrow
India. The name itself may incite any number of images. Tigers, perhaps. Maharajahs striding along in a litter in a procession of elephants. Sacred cows tying up traffic while feasting on an island of rubbish. Call centres which frustrate and
Home Methods
Two days ago I was walking through the local shop, needing a few things (including that fabulous moment when you realize your four year olds are switched on, but not completely, as Nora shouted loud enough for a ten block
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