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Singapore and Stories Day 3: of tea and pickles
It I had this habit. Rather unfortunate for a leader of men. Well, head of a department at a rather large and self regarding law firm. It was that I kipped a fair bit. You know, took a nap, … Continue reading
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Tagged family, gardens by the bay, light shows, Marina sands quay, raffles, singapore
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Singapore and Stories Day 2: cultural dummies
A while back London did this thing with cows. Or was it Bristol did cows and we did bears? Large polyester figurines painted by a mix of artists, celebrities, ne’er-do-wells and schoolchildren and then auctioned in some worthy fundraiser. I … Continue reading
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Tagged family, humour, singapore, srchitecture, thoughts, tourism
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Faux Pas Amongst The Foliage #flowers #gardens #Embarassment
My garden, as you might know, is something of a joy to me. My sunflowers are going a storm I have tomatoes to die for – or I will when they ripen and the apple tree is drooping almost to … Continue reading
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Tagged family, faux pas, gardening, humour
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Duelling Gardens #gardens #competitiveurges
While this post wanders hither and yon, on the subject of my apparently dwindling competitive spirit, I’ll populate it with pictures from the garden today. There is a link – sort of – at the end… I’m a bundle of contradictions, sometimes. One … Continue reading
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Tagged competitive spirit, family, gardens, generosity, philosophy, writing
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A good news day
There are days when you wake to a bit of grey cloud, when the hot water takes an age to run, when the toaster seems to have reset itself to a light char setting and the milk is on the … Continue reading
Apprenticed to my mother: reach for the skies
While my mother was a determined and constantly busy person, she begrudged having to do any more walking than absolutely necessary. If Mark Twain thought golf ruined a good walk, mum rather thought a good walk a bit of an … Continue reading
Apprenticed to my Mother: on camera
My mother was 81 when she moved into her new bungalow. She had a knee replacement soon after dad died having been putting it off while he was ill. Never one to exercise or indeed do anything that might be … Continue reading
