SUMMER SALES ‘Twas sunny and the catalogues Did flop and flutter through the door All tempting were the offerings To get you spending more and more Beware the Summer Sales, my friend. The cuts that tempt, the prices slashed Beware the date the sale MUST END To get you through the door in a… Read More Lose Your Heart But Not Your Head
The Body Shaming Issue Just a laugh? I don’t usually do “serious on Facebook. My philosophy is generally one of Some of you who have befriended me on that platform will know that. In fact, I rather pride myself on my ironic and acerbically witty tones But something a friend posted the other day… Read More Body Shaming
The sexy Cadbury’s Flake Girl – was it a phallic symbol – or just chocolate? To answer that question for yourself, just click on the link. “She was tall. Her long hair fell to her waist, framing in gold her pale and lovely face. Her eyes were blue. She wore a loose gown of white cambric,… Read More The Wanderer – Wandering off – Somewhere…
Resort Privé – With New Balls Please Burgh Island Hotel: Setting for Evil Under The Sun by Agatha Christie. Lovely Art Deco architecture. After a polite enquiry whether Miss Marple minded a pipe, he lit it and puffed for some minutes in silence, watching critically the two white figures about the tennis court. He said at last: “Can’t… Read More Resort Privé – All Splendidly Spiffing!
Ninja Fashion “You think Bernadette Maguire killed him?” “Uh… no. She’s, like I said, she’s old.” “Old people can kill people too.” “I know, but…” “She could be a ninja.” “She’s not a ninja, for God’s sake. She’s somebody’s great grandmother.” “I want you to think carefully about this, Kenny. Have you ever seen… Read More Monastic Zen (For Grasshoppers Everywhere)
Fashion Trends for Spring/Summer 2015 I wish I could remember the name of the ex-editor of Vogue who, at the age of 73 said “I still follow fashion. But these days, from a discreet distance.” As some of my American friends would say “I am SO all over that!” But, even when… Read More Dedicated Follower of Fashion
Where Have All The Colours Gone? I have a horror of being late and a dislike of wasting time, which results in a (not always successful) attempt to arrive on time to the minute, if not to the second. My husband, when catching a train, will invariably arrive just in time to miss the previous… Read More Drab, Drab, Drab!