Category: FRIENDS
The Healing Garden
What an AMAZING woman! Listen to what she says about the bees. I couldn’t agree more.
Read MoreEithne Pádraigín Ní Bhraonáin
Or simply Enya. Sister of Moya. I seem to’ve been on a bit of an Irish vibe today. Especially as all my builders could OUT CRAP Basil’s O’Reilly. I’ve got piles of bricks too! Oh. Yes. Music. Enya Only Time. MY Garden : 4th May 2009
Read MoreThe Great Awakening (?)
GB Quoting SGT : 8th Jan 2019
Read MoreAnother Shit Day in Paradise
And I do live in Paradise. I have the house that I’ve always dreamed of and the garden. 2 and a bit acres with about a million (?) trees. An orchard. Veg patch. Wild bits. Parts where only fools dare to tread because of the rabbit warrens. Birds and beasts by the ton. This place […]
Read MoreBoyce Collide with Co. Antrim ?
Speechless. Boyce Avenue Video just showed up. I don’t know the song but the scenery looked familiar. Youngest son was born in County Antrim, N. Ireland…. Lagan Valley. Did I say that I was speechless? WTF is going on?
Read More1240th Mention : In the Trash
For the past decade or so I’ve been with this site that congratted me on the 1240th mention. Thank you kindly. But… There is only ONE person I trust on this site. But I will unashamedly mine y’all for info. Even as I refuse to be suckered into your smarmy “you are sooooo important” emails. […]
Read More9th June Last Year
For some inexplicable reason, I’m going back to a post from the date above and Andreu Marfull Pujadas – my Catalonian/Cathar/NC guide! GB : GNOSTICISM IN THE NAG HAMMADI OK, haters. Let’s go back a year and recycle this info ? ? ?
Read MoreSerendipitous
OK. Sometimes yt works with me and not against me (?) I’ve just discovered Bealtaine Cottage. Yay ;o)
Read MoreScience MADNESS
aka The TWILIGHT ZONE No share. I’m wearing the Scold’s Bridle. Oh. Really? But …..watch this video? Clueage abounds.
Read MoreER at HER Very Best
And that’s not Elizabeth Regina. My song a hundred years ago and now. The lights are on our side, driving out of town tonightThis night the colour of blue glassThe warm wind is in our hair, summertime is everywhereIt’s funny how today just flew pastI’ve been in the wrong place, I’ve been in the wrong […]
Read MoreThe Scold’s Bridle
I wonder if I should keep these diaries under lock and key. Jenny Spede has disturbed them again . . . What does she make, I wonder, of an old woman, deformed by arthritis, stripping naked for a young man? The pills worry me more. Ten is such a round number to be missing . […]
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