The gales, ugly sons
of the Ancient Screamer,
began to send the snow.
The waves, storm loving
daughters of the sea,
nursed by the mountains’ frost, 518 more words
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Christmas Day came at last.
Here are my Xmas flowers.
Harry made an amazing Xmas breakfast with lemon goujons and salmon.
As you can see, I have my longed-for Holly & Ivy tableware – there was a 50% off sale at Portmeirion before Xmas, so I bought just enough china for two place settings. 330 more words
I know for a lot of people, the idea of going to museums is pretty much the worst thing ever. All that I can come up with to account for that is the possible disappointment from school day field trips when, for whatever reason, kids seemed to expect a trip to the ice cream shop and were excessively let down when told that no, in fact, the class would be going to the art, transport, history, science, you-name-it museum. 390 more words