Mid-Summer Roses

The house is an old rectory with a large driveway surrounded by a shrubbery which is beautiful in a rambling, neglected sort of way. The front door is surrounded by climbing roses – a deep, deep red one and pale pink with huge thorns. Maybe Albertine, I think? When I press the bell I can hear it echoing through the house. Continue reading “Mid-Summer Roses”

World Cup Analysis

The world cup is turning out like World War 2

The French surrender early and blame every one else

The Italians simply go home having had enough

The yanks arrive at the last moment and claim overall victory

………………………….and we’re left to fight the Germans !!!!!!!!!