I love the Ridgeway. I love to walk on it, to ride my bike on it, to think on it. It’s a very ancient road and summons a small part of me which is not allowed out very often and…
I love the Ridgeway. I love to walk on it, to ride my bike on it, to think on it. It’s a very ancient road and summons a small part of me which is not allowed out very often and…
We were on holiday and having a drink before supper in a hotel. My friend Amphora and I were discussing our hair. ‘I should have washed mine,’ I said. ‘Stop worrying,’ said Amphora, just as her partner Schmutter joined us.…
No one is telling me anything funny about fannies at the moment. It can’t be because they’re all reading the blog and running scared of becoming my next victim. Sorry, I mean, ‘subject’. They’re probably just busy with other areas.…