Monthly Archives: July 2013

The Italian kitchen.

Posted on July 30, 2013 by RosieL

Do you ever watch those shows about the truly amazing, absolutely fantastic, simply stunning houses? The houses made over, or newly built, according to the owners’ limitlessly funded specifications? I watched one the other night. Somehow it caught my eye, … Continue reading →

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Poll power.

Posted on July 26, 2013 by RosieL

I’ve given up the habit of looking into people’s trolleys at the supermarket and the fruit and veg store. I never meant to do it. But in the queue, all of us waiting, I’d find my eyes sliding toward those … Continue reading →

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Home alone.

Posted on July 20, 2013 by RosieL

The lid came off the other day. Like a loosened champagne cork, loudly and with gusto. My friend was about to go home but first wanted to use the loo. She called out to me that she couldn’t get in … Continue reading →

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With David, laughing.

Posted on July 16, 2013 by RosieL

A while back now a friend and I went to spend an evening with David Sedaris. It was quite a production for us. We each drove from our somewhere in the country abodes, met in the small country town where … Continue reading →

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The story of the little Prince Kevvy.

Posted on July 5, 2013 by RosieL

Little Prince Kevvy was the captain of the swimming team. He was a great swimmer. He knew how to win. And win he did. He was the star of the team. Everybody loved him. That’s why he was the captain. … Continue reading →

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