Category Archives: Not Work
It’s just crossed my mind that I can probably no longer safely stand on my head. I was taught to do so nearly fifty years ago by a young woman whose name was, I think, Jill, and who was a … Continue reading
This morning I saw three small children heading for door carrying a biscuit tin. When I opened the door they grinned and sang lustily: Dydd calan yw hi heddiw, Rwy’n dyfod ar eich traws I ofyn am y geiniog, Neu … Continue reading
The forecast snow arrived with a vengeance during the night. All pretty and pristine and silent here this morning.
But first I photographed some of the blocks of ice that had frozen in buckets and bowls in the garden.