Bras are pockets right?

I use my bra as a pocket. I don’t have massive boobs, so there’s room for a couple of other things now and then. My phrase of the moment is that ‘everything is normal’ so I’m fairly sure I’m not going to be alone in the above statement. Although, if truth be told, I only […]

Facts always get in the way

There is a saying that says, ‘Never let the facts get in the way of a good story.’ I am pro the use of this phrase. However, it has been pointed out to me that the hotel my cousin works at supplies more than just strawberry jam. He has even supplied photo proof. As I am a […]

The Strawberry Jam conspiracy

I freely admit I’m not a regular hotel stayer…but every time I do, the only jam available is strawberry. Not apricot, not plum, not mixed berry…strawberry is the only jam available. Occasionally they’ll have marmalade and/or honey, but the only jam is strawberry. I can’t help but wonder if there is some kind of agreement […]

Summer in Provence

By summer I mean, 2 days, and by Provence, I mean the movie set like town of Apt and surrounds. Technically my first encounter with France was Montpellier. I got off the train and smelt the distinct waft of … the unwashed. I had heard the French were a bit smelly, but I thought it couldn’t possibly […]

If the shoe fits…

In general I’m not really a big shopper, but when Spanish shoes cost over $200 at home, it make sense to pick up a couple of pairs here. For some unknown reason, the Spanish treat their shoes like gems. They’re all sitting on display behind glass, preventing me from picking up something I like the […]