My best boy

Taken today - and he wrote it himself!  :O))

Lonely Hearts

Ads from the Lonely Hearts column of the London Review of Books:

'They call me naughty Lola.  Run-of-the-mill beardy physicist (M, 46).'

'List your ten favourite albums... I just want to know if there's anything worth keeping when we finally break up.  Practical, forward thinking man, 35.'

'Employed in publishing?  Me too.  Stay the hell away. Man on the inside seeks woman on the outside who likes milling around hospitals guessing the illnesses of out-patients. 30-35. Leeds.'

'I like my women the way I like my kebab.  Found by surprise after a drunken night out and covered in too much tahini.  Before long I'll have discarded you on the pavement of life, but until then you're the perfect complement to a perfect evening.  Man, 32, rarely produces winning metaphors.'

'My ideal woman is a man.  Sorry, mother.'

'Your buying me dinner doesn't mean I'll have sex with you.  I probably will have sex with you, though.  Honesty not an issue with opportunistic male, 38.'

'Not everyone appearing in this column is a deranged cross-dressing sociopath.  Let me know if you find one and I'll strangle him with my bra.  Man, 56.'

'Are you Kate Bush? Write to obsessive man (36).  Note, people who aren't Kate Bush need not respond.'

'Stroganoff.  Boysenberry.  Frangipani.  Words with their origins in people's names. If your name has produced its own entry in the OED then I'll make love to you. If it hasn't, I probably will anyway, but I'll only want you for your body. Man of too few distractions, 32.'

'Ploughing the loneliest furrow.  Nineteen personal ads and counting.  Only one reply. It was my mother telling me not to forget the bread on my way home from B&Q.  Man, 51.'

'Mature gentleman, 62, aged well, noble grey looks, fit and active, sound mind and unfazed by the fickle demands of modern society seeks...  damn it, I have to pee again.'

'Slut in the kitchen, chef in the bedroom.  Woman with mixed priorities (37) seeks man who can toss a good salad.'

'Bald, short, fat and ugly male, 53, seeks short-sighted woman with tremendous sexual appetite.'

'Romance is dead.  So is my mother.  Man, 42, inherited wealth.'

Myself I think the woman sounds the best of the lot, but which would you go for?  :O))

Mmmm, smell that!

What a miserable wet and dark day it is, and cold too.  The poor ponies in my paddock stand gloomy under the oak tree and from time to time take a slow canter to the fence in hopes of their daily apples, their hooves squelching as if they're running through thick custard.  One little dapple grey who's been served more times this year than we've had sunny days is still 'bulling' so as she's a brood mare it looks as tho she'll be going off to the great catfood factory in the sky before spring.

To cheer myself up a little I've made a small batch of mincemeat ready for the X word - tho I refuse to say it before mid November at the earliest.  I trundled off to Oswestry in the downpour to get the ingredients but forgot to buy some brandy.  Once the weighing in began, my husband asked, foolish foolish man, if he could help - something he never asks when spuds have to be peeled or cabbage shredded.  This time of asking came opportunely for me to say yes, of course, please add ¼ pint of brandy.  We don't have any, said the innocent.  Oh we do, sez I, see just there?  WOT, my calvados???  Is it or isn't it brandy?

I bet he won't ask tomorrow when the Xword cakes are made, but the rest of his calvados will be going in just the same <evil grin>

Come Xword time, he'll tell all and sundry that 'we' made the mincemat and cakes and he'll sniff appreciatively and entirely forget that once he'd poured the hooch he sulked off upstairs to play something written by an extinct southern American black guy entitled 'Ah wish mah wuman would leave me and leave ma hooch alone' blues.

Roma

My week in Rome was wonderful.  The hotel was smashing, central and within walking distance to everything in the City and the weather was great. 

The only thing which marred our stay was a metro crash which killed one and injured 250 - and it happened 15 minutes before we intended to use it. 

I think we saw all of the major sites and we really enjoyed walking the city streets and byways.  We also took an evening tour of Rome by night and while trying to set up my camera for night time shots I discovered on getting home that I'd also taken 4 short videos!  I had no idea that my digicam could take audio-video. 

Here's a pic of a typical Rome roofscape, full of domes:

Another of the Forum and Colosseum:

And finally a view of the Trevi Fountain - and yes I did throw 3 coins in to make sure that one day I'll return

 

 

First pics

A week ago today I attended Mass given by the Pope and I found it very moving. The choir was wonderful and even the Pope sang out.  I did put a word in on your behalf altho I still think you could all make a good Act of Contrition.

The Forum:

The Colosseum:

Arivederci

I'm off to Rome early in the morning for a week.  I shall be in St Peter's Square on Sunday morning for the Pope's blessing. 

Be good while I'm away and I'll offer up a prayer for all you sinners  <g>

Saturday night parties, yeahhhhh

When  Constance's mummy was 4 I said that I was in two minds as to whether I'd allow her to be 5, because she was lovely just as she was.  I got several weeks of exemplary behaviour by putting her on a warning that any mischief and she'd have to stay at 4 for another year.  So shoot me <g>   

She's just told me she wished she'd remembered that scam in time to do the same thing to Connie.  After doing the Conga around the cul de sac with a horde of screaming 4 & 5 year old 'princesses' in tow, I think her dad is going to ban any further birthdays.  He got off light - my vote was for the Tweetie Pie costume and the bright yellow tights 

Connie is the second tot with the big laugh on her face - and she never realised who was suffering inside the furry suit - altho if she had, she'd have laughed even more <g>