Hansel was wheeling his first barrow-load of dirt of the long weekend when he discovered the baby bird. The fledgling blue jay was cowering beside the recycling bin, too young to fly away. That explains the scream (surely their collective … Continue reading
Hansel has spent the week in Itchy Ankle communing with nature and drinking my beer. These are his pictures of the garden he spends a lot of time weeding and watering. To hire Hansel to help with your yard, click … Continue reading
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Princess Di came round with her Point and Shoot a few weeks ago and captured my garden’s good side. I beamed with pride. Peggoty says that flowers bring out the best in people and it is impossible to be petty, … Continue reading
It is all go in Itchy Ankle. Peggoty and Barkis are new grandparents and Barkis has held a baby for the first time in his 65 years. He didn’t get married until he was 60 and so it seems safe to assume … Continue reading
I went to sleep last night just as Jay Leno embarked on his monologue and woke up half way through Regis and Kelly, some 11 hours later. This morning I visited Itchy Ankle’s newest breakfast hotspot, the Heavenly Grill (yes, owned … Continue reading
The Crone was once close to a man who bought her a standard hibiscus for her birthday. He lugged it all the way into a West End restaurant and the Crone proudly took it home in a taxi. The hibiscus was orange and … Continue reading
Blabs, I am so pleased that the moisturiser reached you. I do so share your frustration with itchy spots. The older I get the more cracks in inaccessible places I seem to acquire. Anybody who knows me will tell you … Continue reading
A person existing on a scant 1000 calories a day has to think carefully about what to eat. Sounds obvious, but it’s not what you think. No, it’s not the measuring and weighing and strict portion control that requires intellectual … Continue reading
