Santa stories
I can never predict how a Sunday morning will start. Last weekend Lavinia slept through till almost eight. Lakshmi was delighted to wake up first. I put my newspaper away Continue Reading →
I can never predict how a Sunday morning will start. Last weekend Lavinia slept through till almost eight. Lakshmi was delighted to wake up first. I put my newspaper away Continue Reading →
“You don’t understand English”, Lakshmi is looking at me. She was trying to explain something, which clearly was not right. I tried to explain why she had got it wrong. Continue Reading →
The next lockdown is upon us. The government says it is for a month. Possibility is that it could be longer, much longer. Nobody knows how long. I think most Continue Reading →
Fibs, lies and fantasies, the radio show hosts are asking listeners to write in about their childhood memories. One told her friends that ‘Mr Men’ characters lived in the house Continue Reading →
The dinner last night was a bit of a damp squib. It promised a lot but fell short on the delivery. There were two Malaysian dishes on the menu. A Continue Reading →
The conversation moves from French food to ‘Emily in Paris’, the new offering from the ‘Sex and the city’ creator. Critics have panned it and the french are up in Continue Reading →
Creating the same effect the second time around never works. At least for me it doesn’t. We are in our local pub ordering our evening meal. The same place I Continue Reading →
The blue tits have found the bird feeder in the garden and the squirrels eye them enviously from afar. The rain from the day before has left a sheen on Continue Reading →
Lakshmi’s Saturday classes have resumed and I need to pick her up from her dance lesson and take her for a swim session. The road is unfamiliar and my satnav Continue Reading →
The scorching weekdays have given way to a rain sodden windy weekend. Still the weather forecast seemed to predict a not too bad Sunday. This time it was one of Continue Reading →