Today the bar has a well-padded floor, resembling nothing so much as a mattress. Pete programmed ubotka to provide an appropriate setting for a pyjama party, and then we had to go in and remove all the satin bedding, which … Continue reading
It’s a pyjama party!!!
Sophia wants me to tell you that she doesn’t like brown bread. Who’s Sophia? She sits next to me at lunch and she says she really, really doesn’t like brown bread. But you’re not giving your sandwiches to Sophia, are … Continue reading
The club has had a long summer hiatus. It’s been too hot, and time has been difficult to find. August was my lowest mileage month in a long time, and my legs have been getting more stiff and sore as … Continue reading
There’s a mellow stillness in Jardin Uborka this evening, broken only by the lazy chatter of our guests who are mainly rocking in hammocks or reclining on steamer chairs. Ubotka has had caterpillar treads fitted to hus wheels to enable … Continue reading
Welcome back! It’s the start of term, but I think we do too many parenthood themes; and nudity never goes down well either. I’ve got a post-run migraine at the moment (the aura has gone, just the headache stage now), … Continue reading
Our kitchen is at the front of the house. The window is partly screened by ivy, and it’s a cul de sac so there aren’t many passing pedestrians. Really the only time this presents any sort of a problem is … Continue reading
My feelings about this whole referendum thing are purely that: feelings. Since I have no actual dog in this fight, my brain has not retained much in the way of economic arguments for or against Scottish Independence. I started off … Continue reading