Tea for the Tillie Mom
Tea is on the hob. Sit down for a spell.
Perhaps it is because I was born blue, refusing, without intervention, to breath, causing my poor mother to vomit intoContinue Reading
For my sweet son, Ian. Thank you for the title Eeener-Neener! Recently, (okay, not recently, for some time), I haveContinue Reading
Doncha wish your spaniel was hot like me?
Eavesdropping Advisory. Fodder knows best. Exceptional post reminding us of the unlimited inspirational resources that rains down from cranks andContinue Reading
I cannot recall a time she did not torment me. When we were children she tortured me; tore the headsContinue Reading