Category Archives: Caviar
Beluga on dry toast saves me a fortune…
The fingerless gloves, so redolent of Dickensian misery, would be just the job today. They would be even more the job if they weren’t fingerless as it’s the tips of my fingers that turn to bloodless corpse white when the … Continue reading
“The Spud” with Joan Collins..
Inside the bubble that is my today, all is peace and tranquility. Outside this bubble, even through the muffling effects of both choice and double glazing, farm machines are ceaselessly thrumming. Those outside of my bubble are marching to the … Continue reading
These latish things remind me of you…
” A bowl of peaches that are slowly ripening, A simple salad on a summer evening….” These and other equally delicious things remind me of you, Summer. I’m impatiently awaiting your arrival; my mind is filled with memories of our … Continue reading
Le Rouge et Le Noir… or the long and the short of it.
Gypsy has at last spared me a precious nanosecond in which to accomplish her portrait. She may well have fundamentalist leanings being that her head is covered most of the time as it is buried in the ground digging for freedom … Continue reading