Sometimes distance is not the kilometres. It’s about five-and-a-half thousand kilometres from our current home to our home in Saudi Arabia but it might as well be on the moon because the rules in Saudi make it very hard to go back. I’m not saying … Continue reading The Distance of the Heart
Susan and Gerry from Weekly Prompts offered the prompt “leaves” for this weeks Wednesday Challenge. It’s autumn and leaves (as in: the plural of leaf) is an obvious choice. I thought about it, obviously, but I thought the competition would be fierce so I’d rather offer a take on an old joke.
A panda walks into a café. He orders a sandwich, eats it, then draws a gun and fires two shots in the air.
"Why?" asks the confused waiter, as the panda makes towards the exit. The panda produces a badly punctuated wildlife manual and tosses it over his shoulder.
"I'm a panda," he says at the door. "Look it up."
The waiter turns to the relevant entry in the manual and, sure enough, finds an explanation.
"Panda. Large black-and-white bear-like mammal, native to China. Eats, shoots and leaves."
Lynne Truss, The Zero Tolerance Approach to Punctuation
The author of the Gruffalo is English, the illustrator is German. The Gruffalo is beloved by children around the world. And the publisher of the books is situated in my home town, a fairly well-known publisher of children’s books (many of them with the obligatory … Continue reading The German Home of the Gruffalo
The interplay of light and shadow creates atmosphere. Last week I was at a small game reserve stocked with bisons, fallow deer, and wild boars. I normally would call it the golden hour but it turned out to be more of a silver hour. The … Continue reading The Flavour of Light