1. Small Maggie is wearing a yellow ochre and turquoise dress.
2. We gather to celebrate the 30th birthday of Mr Ian Read, Courier Editor. I spend a few moments thinking of his early years at the paper -- in particular, I remember him and another reporter (now a respected journalist in New Zealand) singing at midnight under the window of my flat on the High Street.
3. Feeding our boy is a bit hit and miss these days. Sometimes he does, sometimes he doesn't. Tonight, he does like scrambled eggs -- he likes his own scrambled eggs; and he likes a big spoonful of mine, too. And then he goes on to like a ripe plum with horrid sucking noises.
Mist, no charge and well met.
1. Mist the colour of skimmed milk fills the Spa valley, drains and then fills it again. Here, the sky is clear blue all the way to the top....
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1. An enormous fat bumble bee at work. She is so bulky that she can knock dead blossoms out of the way as she gets right in to the new jasmi...
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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. I promised myself I wouldn't moan and grumble about it -- but I do. And as if by magic, a very kind friend produces the required blaz...