My Daughter’s Buses Again…
My Daughter’s Buses Again…
/ September 5, 2011 0 COMMENTS

Sometimes my daughter will take a different bus.  It still goes to the same place only it goes by a different road, or, more accurately, lots of different roads. This one meanders through the backstreets of Beckenham  picking up ladies and gentlemen who do not live on the main road, but in little retirement houses…

My Daughter’s Busses…
/ September 3, 2011 0 COMMENTS

Malia probably uses the bus more than we do.  She works.  Or worked, to be more accurate.  And she has friends.  Who like to go out for a burger after work.  Not always after her work but she meets them after their work. In the mornings she catches the first bus, a 227, at 556am….

Littering and a Rogue Cardi…
/ September 1, 2011 0 COMMENTS

We walk up and down our road countless times a day.  Well, I say countless, that is an exaggeration because I could count the number of times we walk up and down the road each day…but six or eight times doesn’t sound as often as countless! Since my arrival in June I’ve watched debris collect…

Loose Powder…
/ August 30, 2011 0 COMMENTS

My youngest daughter and I were on a quest this afternoon.  She wanted loose, translucent, face powder.  Something to dance in that would not feel heavy, or run, or leave a mark on her clothes, or rub off.  I had that kind of powder at home in America in my bathroom cupboard, but somehow it…

Basically Inflated…
/ August 29, 2011 0 COMMENTS

I spoke to my zoo keeper son on Friday morning, really early for me, really late for him.  He was in hospital after an emergency appendectomy.  This is not the kind of news one relishes hearing from a child 4,000 miles away. Hubs thoughtfully asked if I wanted to fly home?  In the time it…

Flat Dwelling…
/ August 27, 2011 0 COMMENTS

The last time I lived in a flat was when I was young.  My perspective was different then, I was still a child and it was part of the new life my parents had taken me on.  Being a pre-teen I was probably too wrapped up in my life to bother about what was going…

Completely Ignored…
/ August 25, 2011 0 COMMENTS

I used to own a restaurant in Guernsey a channel island between England and France.  It is a twee little place only 5 miles by 7 miles by 9 miles and gets all the weather heaven cares to hurl at it including heavy mists that enshroud the land for days at a time leaving holiday…

Seaside and Ashes…
/ August 24, 2011 0 COMMENTS

The month is August and one should be forgiven for expecting plenty of opportunities to bask in the rays of potentially long summer days.  But not this year!  At least not in England. We left this morning for the seaside in the pouring rain.  Luckily our rubber rings, deck chairs and baguettes were hidden in…

Fine Rain…
/ August 23, 2011 0 COMMENTS

The rain this summer has been so fine it can’t be clearly seen through a house window.  Unless you suspect it’s raining and look really closely you’d just think it was a dull, gloomy day when really it is a restorative kind of day for the earth.  Today was one of those days for the…

Cream Tea and Arteries…
Cream Tea and Arteries…
/ August 22, 2011 0 COMMENTS

Today we went to Kew Gardens.  We took the train to Victoria and rode for twelve stops on the tube.  Twelve stops takes about 24 minutes.  The calculation always works out! When we drew into the station Malia confided, “I thought it was ‘Q’!” “Not cue, as in a stage cue, or queue, as in…