There’s something wonderfully egalitarian about jim jams. Of an evening I bet even The Queen can be found padding about her palaces in slouchy pants and novelty slippers. Admittedly her trews are likely fashioned from Royal Stewart Tartan and her slippers are monster feet with claws of real gold. I wonder if Her Majesty has… Continue reading In praise of pyjamas.
As in *sharp intake of breath from car trade professional* “Yeah love, the trouble is you see, your Big End ‘az gawn.” The diagnosis of doom for any beloved ancient auto. And whilst I have very recently had to trade in a venerable vehicle, it is not of cars that I speak. I speak of… Continue reading Big Ends and Red Noses
Bradley with a bell Branagh as Brunel The Bard, Rowling and Barrie A giant bed and sleeping baby Mr Bean, Mr Bond and a Beatle Brilliant birds riding bicycles The Torch in a boat with Beckham The Olympics have come to LONDON! Just feels brilliant to be a Brit today.
There was a Queen called ‘Lizbeth’ the Second On the throne 60 years this very weekend Street celebrations and much jubilation! Or due to the rain, inside we did stay with bunting mightily dampened. Well, I thought that I couldn’t possibly do worse than the little limerick I posted with my final MMM’12… Continue reading Reign-y day