A perfect body is like a blank page: it fills you with a desire to write, but gives you nothing to say.
Hi Beautiful followers of the Panda! My new job seems to have temporarily removed my ability to have any kind of life!! I wake, work, get home, eat and find its bedtime and I'm knackered. Yet over Christmas and new year I reconnected with my Blends and remembered the joy of WordPress. I must post!... Continue Reading →
Those of you twisted enough to have been reading this blog for a while may remember my normal, splenetic response to awards. However, not wanting to become predictable, I've decided to do things a little differently. It will not have gone unnoticed that I shifted from posting at least once a day to only once... Continue Reading →
For the first few months of this Blog I posted all the time, sometimes several posts in a day. Alas life has changed somewhat and I am struggling to post once or twice a week. I'm sure that things will swing back the other way at some point - but I wanted to let people... Continue Reading →
Tempus Fugitive Love takes time to grow, But time is money, And some cannot afford it.
Each day between 6.45pm and 6.47pm I spend quality time with my children
Well, if ever I'd wondered what it would be like if a balloon full of water exploded in my stomach, I now know! A very tiny puff of nothing found it's way into my system yesterday, spawned countless minions and then flew from every orifice in alarming ways for hours... and hours... ugh! I was... Continue Reading →