No fresh bread today
Conflict is contradiction
Only baby Boum-ers!
Quick & Easy times
Like a slice exploded
Armless in Gaza
2 weeks, 2 days ago
When there's no room on Twitter
What a lovely thing to be doing. Back in with one of my P1-3 classes today, continuing their “seashore” topic…
This was the activity in question. 49 more words
1 month ago
The Soul of Matter
The love-hate relationships between English-speaking countries and France are well known and some people say that all started in 1066 with the Norman conquest of Britain. 249 more words
1 month, 2 weeks ago
There’s something about fall, with the changing leaves and brisk air, that always makes me want to travel back to France. I’d like to sit outside in a street cafe, people-watching and sipping a glass of wine. 182 more words
MEMOIRS OF A HUSK
No armchair for God today. Not even a paltry cushion.
No, I’m not having visions, I’m singing – in my head.
It’s an old song by the French singer, Charles Trenet, in which this line appears: 537 more words
2 months ago
Jane Dougherty Writes
This chanson is for nostalgics for Paris. Me included.
Le Grand Charles in 1987 age 74, a national treasure.
3 months ago
Almost the end of the holidays. Time for a nostalgia trip. I might be doing this quite often.