Such lovely pictures, Zoe! I think there's something special about the first, the second and the last one, though they're all beautiful. I have really come to looking forward to each batch of them!
Earlier this morning, I heard on the radio that the Tory council of an English seaside town painted the town centre... blue and red! So, I googled it. Red? Not quite.
I have a dream that my.. children.. one day..
will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their
character
I popped to the shops this morning and was amazed at the number of teenagers I saw going in and out of the vape shop, which is next to a betting shop, which is next to a phone shop. Everything that teenagers need...
Naturally, not a policeman in sight. Actually, I've almost forgotten what a policeman looks like.
I have a dream that my.. children.. one day..
will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their
character
I'm just back from my Pilates class, feeling as...fit as they come and
as puzzled as they come.
Every week, after class, 4 of us go for coffee to a little shop nearby,
which, on the ground level has a small supermarket section. One of the
friends is from South Asia and often tells interesting stories of her life and
family there.
Today, she told us that she and her husband will be going to
Portugal next week to visit her husband's brother, who's a chef there.
When her husband came to pick her up, as usual, she decided to get a
couple of things from the supermarket. During her absence, her husband
told us he was looking forward to the trip but not as much as his wife, as she
hadn't seen her brother for some years. Being a chef meant that her
brother was moving from country to country quite a bit.
We, ladies, looked at each other somewhat confused. Whose brother
was the cheffing man? Is being a chef in some countries a lowly
job?
Who was telling the truth? Surely, not both of them. Strange world!
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I love this photo! I think I envy that bird!
I have a dream that my.. children.. one day.. will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character
Martin Luther KingI have a dream that my.. children.. one day.. will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character
Martin Luther KingI'm just back from my Pilates class, feeling as...fit as they come and as puzzled as they come.
Every week, after class, 4 of us go for coffee to a little shop nearby, which, on the ground level has a small supermarket section. One of the friends is from South Asia and often tells interesting stories of her life and family there.
Today, she told us that she and her husband will be going to Portugal next week to visit her husband's brother, who's a chef there.
When her husband came to pick her up, as usual, she decided to get a couple of things from the supermarket. During her absence, her husband told us he was looking forward to the trip but not as much as his wife, as she hadn't seen her brother for some years. Being a chef meant that her brother was moving from country to country quite a bit.
We, ladies, looked at each other somewhat confused. Whose brother was the cheffing man? Is being a chef in some countries a lowly job?
Who was telling the truth? Surely, not both of them. Strange world!