Month: August 2022

A prophesy for a fantasy, the curse of a vivid mind A very cheery Bonjour from poolside in Chamonix. No, of course I’m not sorry. I’ll be back at my desk in Cardiff this time next week and I’m sucking the very last drops of joy out of the next few days, thank you. A… Continue reading A prophesy for a fantasy, the curse of a vivid mind

Now I lost my Saint Christopher now that I’ve kissed her It’s been over a week since my last confession, and I’ve been so busy that I can’t remember most of it, which will no doubt come as a great relief to some of you. It’s been mainly filled with work and *gasp* some thunderstorms… Continue reading Now I lost my Saint Christopher now that I’ve kissed her

I wanna be haunted by the ghost The kids have left and I am never playing Uno again. They don’t actually make much noise, but the apartment feels very quiet without them. We escorted them off the premises yesterday, which involved a trip down the hill to Annecy and a wee wander by the lake… Continue reading I wanna be haunted by the ghost

I’m ready for the real thing but nobody’s selling I don’t want to ruin anybody’s day, but Christmas appears to have arrived 4 months and 17 days too early in Les Gets. My ears were assaulted by “Let it Snow” whilst minding my own business, trying to enjoy an Orangina this morning. My annual squawking… Continue reading I’m ready for the real thing but nobody’s selling

May the road rise with you Cards Against Humanity is now de trop chez nous, especially as Nick had the audacity to win the first game. Uno is where it’s at, and let me tell you, it’s SAVAGE. I’d hate to suggest that we’re a competitive family, but I was lucky to make it to… Continue reading May the road rise with you