It was beautiful. I liked everything about it except that it wouldn’t make calls. Today I took it to the curiously named “Vodacare” to whose abyssal service system I have committed my delicate device. Will it come back to me, I wonder?
My car is cute. My car is satisfyingly, counter-culturally compact …
… discretion being the better part of valour, MGW and I have planted a vege garden …
I like lime season. MGW reckons lime season is why I haven’t come down with the lurgy that’s doing the rounds. All that good ol’ natural vitamin C.
Actually, she maintains it has more to do with the way I dilute the freshly-squeezed lime juice. Gin, vodka, tequila-with-a-splash-of-cointreau … . She may be right.
Either way [...]
It’s end-of-summer hayfever time …
Those days when life was better, the sun shone brighter and we had more fun.
We celebrated the arrival of 2009 …
Yes, indeed, 2008 - the Year of the Owl.
Here are some I stuffed earlier …
… suddenly, inexplicably (?), people start calling you “baba” (”father” in Zulu for those of you not local). “Hello baba, what can I do for you?” at reception; “Bye baba!” at the parking exits at Cavendish; “OK baba” when I don’t-want-to-buy-one-thank-you.
Oh dear. I saw a very nice vintage replica Vespa that I think I should [...]
that fall about us in a shower leaving a scent on the evening air that’s reminiscent of others. Tens of hundreds of thousands of others that were beautiful too. And each one we rush through and we wish gone and we wade through neck deep in delicate petals that we don’t see and rush through [...]