Tuesday, 24 May 2016

Fiz: The trauma of the cull

What to wear.  It is hardly cold but it is starting to get chilly at night. I scanned my clothes rack but everything was too summery. What on earth did I wear last year! I must have had clothes to wear last winter but where are they? It is always a mystery to me.  At the beginning of a new season I only seem to have a few pieces of clothing from the previous year. Well, clothing that I would actually wear rather than ‘might’.

Tuesday, 17 May 2016

Fiz: fascinated by dots, strokes and squiggles

It is a glorious morning—the water is sparkling, the weather is perfect, and I’m here trying to get my head around hyphens.

Wednesday, 4 May 2016

Fiz: the things we do (and blog about)!

It’s not every day that I post off my poo. I was cross with myself for not being more nonchalant as I slipped the package—the well-sealed package—into the post box, close to box-emptying time as directed. It wasn’t the poo aspect that made me furtive; it was more the tag of senior citizen participating in bowel cancer screening program that I wasn’t comfortable with. Sigh.