Month: October 2018

My brioche this morning tasted like sadness. I should have known then. Continue reading “Les miserables”

I’m a cliché! I blame whoever persuaded me to write a blog – you know who you are!

Plastic problem? What plastic problem? (Individually wrapped sugar Continue reading “There’s something wrong here.”

60 kms, hilly. Sunny. Olive groves, vineyards, cute little villages. Have we been cycling around in circles? Who cares? Continue reading “Is it day 5? I can’t remember”

There is something melancholy about the fag end of summer.

When I need to have a pee while we are out in the countryside on our bikes, I say “I need to answer nature’s call!”, and after I have relieved Continue reading “Au naturelle”

Umm…diversity? OK, not everyone is slim and pearly white, but Continue reading “Yeah Nah”

As we made ready to step out into the pouring rain this morning, the hotel proprietor looked doubtfully outside, and said “Theese never Continue reading “Day 4, Provence by bike”

Day three, 34 kms, hilly. How many times can an atheist say “Thank God for ebikes!” before they get struck by lightning? Asking for a friend. Continue reading “Provence continued”

This one is for my bug fiend daughter. The squeamish should look away. Continue reading “Icky”