Goodness gracious, are my feet ugly at the moment! The winter collection of colours does absolutely nothing for them. The gungy mustard tone under the big nail, the pale brown stripes on the others, the black furriness of a few … Continue reading
Never in a million years did I think I would be able to utter these seven little words, and actually mean them. Of course I could have used them at a posh party instead of the somewhat ruder – ‘Please … Continue reading
Dammit. It’s the sales. And I’m not saying this because I am the world’s greatest shopaholic and the sales encourage me to run the up the equivalent of the national debt. On the contrary, I’m a bit shopaphobic and walking … Continue reading
Who lived on my walk to work, in the ground-floor flat of a rather ugly old tenement building on a busy road. I walk past this building twice a day and on almost every occasion she was in her kitchen, … Continue reading
I normally forget them all around the 3rd of January so this year I have decided to set them down here for posterity and for future reference when willpower or brainpower is lacking. So in 2017 I have decided to: … Continue reading
Me, the scribbler
