Category Archives: Expat musings
Can’t fit more Super Bowl Ts in Himself’s wardrobe anyway. We don’t feel too deflated. Revenge is a dish best served cold. Advertisements
Himself time travelled…. I’ll wait.
It’s a start….
The troublesome shady spot to the far side of the greenhouse is getting itself slabbed. What better way to spend Mountain Day? All cleared for my guy and a bunch of two by two slabs. It won’t be pretty but … Continue reading
about our night in Manchester. What piffle. This does not make me a patron of the arts.
You pampered overpaid ungrateful wretches may disrespect our country but you don’t diss ma Queen.