1. My email comes with ads suggested by the content of my messages -- I'm sure my privacy is being invaded somehow, but what's a girl to do? Anyway, while I'm casting an eye over my spam basket, I note that the ads are all for spam recipes. They lead back to this page. Spam primavera anyone? Or, or, Tyrospamites? They sound like boys in the cavalcade of a decadent eastern ruler.
2. Watching a Technicolor film about nuns -- The Black Narcissus -- being seduced by a Himalayan landscape.
3. In the dark it is hard to tell if the wet white flakes blatting on the windscreen are sleet or cherry blossom.
Bees, tortoise shell and catching our attention.
1. Up and down the street lavender bushes are smutted black with bumble bees. 2. A tortoise shell butterfly is hanging around in the sunshin...
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1. The shortest night and the longest day. I was up at Wellington Rocks with Anna, Paul and Jason. We couldn't see the sun through the m...
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1. Oli has written a poem describing how Tunbridge Wells makes him veer between wanting to fall in love and wanting to shoot people. Which i...
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1. The cottage across the carpark is covered in scaffolding. Now that the roofers have gone home, the family has climbed up to see the view ...