Tag Archives: Gilles de Rais
pain relief…
Street furniture, as a term, is an oxymoron: as a manifestation, an abhorrence. It can, however, be amusing as in the plethora of pavement situated wind driven spinning signs which are as unpleasing to the eye as are the small piles of … Continue reading
Coming out of one’s shell…
Me: “I’d like six half crabs to pick up early on Saturday morning, please” Fish counter person: ” Would you like them alive or cooked, Sir” My look of surprise touched with horror made it clear that I was against the … Continue reading
It’s been real….
I felt like I was Roger Hammerstein as I walked along the forest paths this morning. There was a bright golden haze on the meadow, and the cattle were standing like statues but unfortunately the corn wouldn’t reach up to … Continue reading