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The Gallery – Berlin Wall
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The Gallery – Outside my front door – a host of golden daffodils
My home is in the Fens. Flat as a pancake. So flat that I didn’t have to do a hill start in my driving test. Living in Lincolnshire, near the town of Spalding, we are blessed
Mum’s Gone to the School Quiz
Our rocky relationship with school quizzes began many years ago with the following question: “What is the alternative emergency number to 999?” On that night all heads turned to my husband Dougie who, being a doctor, was
Mum’s Gone to Venice – pizza and pigeons
I’m having a bit of an Italian renaissance at the moment with the blog posts. Photos of Lake Garda last week, reminiscing about an early holiday in Rome the week before. And now Venice. Yes
The Gallery – Me – Angel, my alter ego.
For The Gallery this week the theme is “Me”. To see more visit Sticky Fingers. Until the 23 May I am not me. I am Angel, a “streetwise city whore”. The me that is a
The Gallery – PINK – sunset over Lake Garda
This is my favourite photo from our holiday in Lake Garda last summer. I haven’t changed it in any way; this is exactly the same as through my own eyes. I haven’t got a fancy
Mum’s Gone for a Dirty weekend – Photo lottery meme
The second thing that went through my head when I saw this fabulous bed was “Ravish me…NOW!” The first thing that went through my head, however, was “Where’s my camera? I must take a photo of