Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers and for the intriguing photo Courtesy of Etta James’ lyrics from her song ‘I’d rather go blind’ THE BLUES Washed out grey sky, sad trees drop their leaves on our bench I felt... Continue Reading →
Have you ever been to the Textile Museum, in London? Just now they have 'Clothes for the Jazz Age'. You step into the dark interior, lit as for a stage set. Each area is a set with a painted backdrop -... Continue Reading →
I pedal away on the static bicycle in my local gym - doing the dutiful ten minutes of self-improvement. Don't know many miles I've travelled, how extra svelte and healthy I've become...I gaze around the room, busy with young men and women, looking toned, slim. In... Continue Reading →