Tag Archives: Breakfast
smoke and sorcery….
This morning I awoke to the scent of wood smoke; a scent so filled with memories that I wished it could somehow be preserved. On inspection it was clear that some red hot ashes, all that remained of last night’s log fire, had metamorphosed … Continue reading
thoughts while contemplating a sausage sandwich…
Deeply, madly and truly enervated; that’s me today. I rarely find a use for the “e” word as, happily, I am, for the most part, happy. At the moment, however, I am often not which is why I’m so utterly … Continue reading
getting up….
Warm scented early mornings with bare feet on smooth tiles are the longed for moments. Like childhood summer holidays each day is fraught with the fear of this contentment passing, of being returned to the pleasant from the sublime. The hot night has … Continue reading
I’m glad the rain does not raineth every day..
…but I stifled a cry of pleasure as I awoke to the welcome drumbeat of heavy rain which sounded like a heavenly annunciation that I would not be spending my day, as a latter day Sisyphus, endlessly filling and emptying a wheelbarrow with … Continue reading
full English……
Here’s wishing for a full English victory at Twickenham today….even though, in truth, I rejected the fry up for some very good Italian coffee and a French croissant:)
Waking to the dream….
Today should be all right. After all, it’s only the first day of the holiday which means that holiday world is fresh and new and free from stings and arguments. This is the first morning of waking to a sparkling blue … Continue reading
Peaches and dream..
Something as delicious as a bowl of peaches in the sun is to be sniffed at. The scent that rises from peaches drinking sunlight intoxicates as the flesh beneath their velvet covering softens and melts with the suffusion of nectar making the first … Continue reading
Eight bells and all’s well….not totally accurate on the bell count, but OK otherwise….
Another year has been added to the time that I have spent breathing the air of this world. I have reached a biblical point in the scribe’s view of our allotted time and so I am metaphorically putting fingers in … Continue reading
Toulouse low tech…or a french sausage sandwich
The decision that the film making day should always begin at an unthinkably early hour is one with which I never fully came to terms. Not surprisingly, I was also deeply unhappy with the decision, which looked to me like … Continue reading
The horny (or is it thorny) problem of oral satisfaction in public…
It’s not surprising that, of the two, only “brunch” has survived from the portmanteau duo which includes the unpleasantly named “tupper”. The end result of asking friends and acquaintances to join you for “tupper” would be, at best, a reduced circle of … Continue reading
