Ten years ago I was writing several blogs on various subjects - F1 motor racing, Music, Classic Cars, Great Romances and, most crushingly, a personal journal that included my thoughts on America, memories of England and Africa, opinion, humour, writing and anything else that occurred. It all became too much (I was attempting to update the journal every day) and I collapsed, exhausted and thoroughly disillusioned in the end.
So this blog is indeed a Toe in the Water, a place to document my thoughts in and on WdC but with a determination not to get sucked into the blog whirlpool ever again. Here's hoping.
I wonder - did that jar of Shillings sometimes just seem a little lighter than expected? You thought those paws could not in fact reach into it along with wallet and purse and umm, appropriate some small tax for tolerating the existence of humans in his domain? "Pffft"
Mine wouldn't last a day out in the wild. She loves her heating pad and eating plastic, is afraid of her own shadow, and must be on my lap at all times.
Ooh, Kåre เลียม Enga Pugs are my favorite! Beholden, I have that tendency as well with cats; I've always been an expert on dogs and a little blurry on cats. I had stuffed The Dogs and The Cats (Artlist International) as a kid in the early aughts; the cats were: a Maine Coon, a Russian Blue, an American Shorthair, a Scottish Fold, and a Somali.
Ah, the delights of YouTube for the carefree wanderer. I can’t help smiling at the irony of Mark Knopfler, in a concert in Seville, launching into his song, Privateering. Oh, granted that his lyrics are careful enough to mention the coast of Barbary rather than the Spanish Main, but don’t mention the war, man, don’t mention the war.
What war? Well, I admit it was a long time ago, yet we still remember Elizabeth. The First, that is.
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