If spontaneity is the spice of life,
our little road trip on Sunday was a mediterranean street festival on wheels –
a true feast for the tongue, delight for the nose, treat for the eye, and a joy for the spirit.
The first stop on our adventure was Continue reading
Three hours in, and it’s a crapshoot as to whose self-control has disintegrated faster than tissue paper kissed by a lit match.
From where, oh where
did that blast of vile wind spring forth?
What insidious organ expelled you from its moonless abyss?
Or did you escape intentionally?
‘Twas the 6th of January, one more reason to feast.
‘Twas not only Little Christmas, but the birthday of our beast.
Five years ago she was placed here on earth
Apparently, with intentions of spreading merriment and mirth.
For why else would a dog be so quirky and hell-bent Continue reading
While I’m away this week, I hope you’ll enjoy Tony Quarrington’s look back in time as much as I did… A Sixties Family Christmas.