Throwing the Baby out with the Bathwater . . .
I just can’t do it. While I almost always make myself soldier on to the end of a novel, I’ve had to abandon two in the last few months. The first was the latest instalment…
View PostI just can’t do it. While I almost always make myself soldier on to the end of a novel, I’ve had to abandon two in the last few months. The first was the latest instalment…
View PostWhile I’m collecting my thoughts, and photographs, of the wedding, let’s go back to Paris for a while, shall we? Pater and I did, the evening after the nuptials, via Midnight in Paris, showing at…
View PostI’m not sure why, when I saw this dress in an atelier window(edited to add, for clarity: in Paris), it reminded me of Miss Cavendish, but it did. I think she must once have posted about…
View PostSome recent light reading: Jeffrey Deaver’s The Burning Wire: Another Lincoln Rhyme’s mystery, this one will have you flipping those light switches very carefully, keeping small appliances well away from water, and being generally very…
View PostThanks for all your “safe travelling” wishes — yesterday was a long day, 13 hours in transit by the time I walked in the door and put my suitcase down, my feet up. And, as…
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