Lovely gift from the boss,

As it turns out, we were looking at new puppies even before Poppy got sick so very recently.

As we head into the festive season, my mind is turning to thoughts of death.

I was ringing my patients for today’s theatre list yesterday, and I was struck by the  generational differences in their apparent enthusiasm levels.

The more you look at this old French poster advertising bicycle tyres, the odder it becomes.

These are but two examples of “10,000 spoons when all you need is a knife” moments in my life recently.

Chatting away amicably to someone today when they suddenly said “Are you Israeli?”

I parked my scooter outside yoga the other night. ( Is it a dojo?  Sounds  pretentious, as well as reminding me too much of Ken’s “Mojo Dojo Casa House.”)

A religious couple at work are fundraising to send their child to a prestigious overseas ballet competition.

I finally found that article if you’re interested. I’ve tried to attach a link, let’s see if it works. I feel most sorry for the poor girl with the fake tan. She doesn’t look older, just odd.