Peter It has travelled to us. I just went for a walk – three inches of snow. Powdery, beautiful snow. Hardly a car on the roads, but quite a few people walking here and there. Nothing like snow to make time slow down, and nothing like getting out in that to relax the soul. Now Hannah… Continue Reading No Need to Travel to Siberia
This evening’s meal was quite interesting. The food was fine, and a tad diverse, but that’s not what I’m referring to. (By diverse I mean vegetable juice, rice blinis, hard boiled eggs, salad, pear, kiwi . . . that kind of diverse.) At one point after most of the eating was done and we were… Continue Reading An Eclectic Meal at the Meads
The last week has been kept free to allow me some time to write. I’ve appreciated that, although naturally it was interrupted (PC problem . . . now fixed, despite time kept on the phone trying to get through to the warranty people – they will get the bill even though they didn’t authorize the… Continue Reading Writing, Now Preparing
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