Life does not cease to be funny when people die any more than it ceases to be serious when people laugh.
Scotch on the rocks.
Straight up.
It ain't easy being two-and-a-half.
Lost inside an adorable illusion and I cannot hide, I'm the one you're using, please don't push me aside, we could've made it cruising, yeah.
Yes it is Theme Thusday again, and today we are talking GLASS . I've three possible hooks to hang my [glass] hat on with this theme. First, the photo! Yes, it is the river again from an odd angle in an interesting light. You can just make out the bottom, which should tell you that I'm right on the shore. In some ways, the distortion of the stones below the surface reminds me of ye olde glass windows, what they call "cylinder blown sheet glass". You can still find some of this around Hobart these days. Thw second link comes from a trip I took to Venice a few years back. You're probably aware that Venice was (is?) a glass-making centre of excellence. If you have ever been there and taken the tour of the glass factories, you might be familiar with the sheer amount of coloured glass that sits at the bottom of the water there. These fragments of glass have been worn down and had their edges dulled by their time in the water, which makes them ample keepsakes for the ...
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Yep, scotch-on-rock in a hockey-ship cup wearing the English-cricket team (almost) jersey..now that's a life :-D.
My receipt for the tea - one bowl of sugar and a bit of hot water and a tea bag.
I got to hand to you, the titles that you come up with for your blog posts alone, make it worthwhile in stopping by.
What else do you feed him in that cute mug, by the way?
Henry's mop of hair is getting darker now, or is it just the light?