If it wasn’t Banksy – then … who? Cellpic Sunday
If it wasn’t Banksy – then … who? Cellpic Sunday
Although the book I am using to teach German is only 6 years old, it is in some ways outdated. The current lesson talks about writing postcards from holiday destinations. People, and particularly the kind of people I am teaching don’t write postcards (and probably … Continue reading I do homework, too
Because it’s Halloween and the there will be trick or treaters – at least husband, son, grandson. Cellpic Sunday
Cellpic Sunday


I saw this flower growing between the pavement and a wall (which was really a darker shade of off-white, not quite beige) and took a photo with my phone because I thought it looked interesting in a delicate kind of way. The colours surprised me. Even after cleaning the photo up the strange colour remained. I have no idea why but the little flowers were quite cute.
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Last week I showed a photo captured on my cell phone of a would be stow-away who would have liked to come along on our holiday. Today there is somebody we met on said holiday. His name is Fred.
Fred is the littliest praying mantis I’ve ever met. Nevertheless, he has a great personality, hanging out in front of our holiday cabin and greeting us in the morning. I hope he will be cherished by the people moving in the cabin after us. And that he will continue to avoid matrimonial bliss for a long time.
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Not a milestone, obviously. It happened on Friday.
Wynona came to live me in May 2020. We have since spent 10,000 km together.
On an unimportant aside: Wasn’t it so much more satisfying when we had those little mechanical clickety clack odometers? When the big number came closer and the little plates were all straining with anticipation to flip over and finally they did so with a satisfying little clack?
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