How often do you get a hand-written personalised thank-you note from a publisher? My new favourite publisher is Two Ravens Press, in Scots “Twa Corbies”.
A rose is a rose is a rose. Gertrude Stein is right indeed.
Me and my coffee (and a bizarrely rusty bench) = a happy combo.
While I climbed on a tree stump yesterday, Ella showed me today by climbing on a tree what a loser I am.
I climbed on a tree stump. Why? Because I can!
A visit to the Edinburgh Scotch Whisky Heritage Centre made me a scotch & soda regular. The UK’s liquor exports must be booming. No need to thank me.
Early in the morning, your shadow will always look obese. Here’s proof.
Good! The grapes are finally ripe enough to eat. (Or better, ferment into liquor.)
Brita the cheetah is the star of the Prague zoo. Literally. She gives a paw to anyone here. Also literally.
I wonder what the neighbour is up to. Has his dog died? (Or his mother-in-law?)