Monthly Archives: June 2011
I’m pretty certain that it’s not possible to eat an apple through a tennis racket. You could maybe push some pasta or some soft cheese through the thing but I doubt even Ken Dodd, with all due respect, could ever … Continue reading
An assortment of puddings and biscuits, a cuppa, two sugars please… A comfy chair, a soft-thought prayer, four hands, some toes, two knees.
When I wrote A Skillet Faite-Toute I struggled to recall the name of a game with two red, plastic, ball-bearing firing guns that we used to fire at our ranks of toy soldiers. By chance, the name simply popped into … Continue reading
I love a hot pot… So my ribs are a little poorly, and aside from the painkillers and the warmth of unconditional care, I had the pleasure of a nice little hot water bottle to hold against my bones, easing … Continue reading
I was never good with the French language, however, in a very short while, that will be the only language I’ll want to hear. Anyway…what follows may well qualify as hopeless too… Edith Piaf meurt trois ans avant ma naissance, … Continue reading