Oh yeah
I’m down with the kids…… you can follow me on Twitter. (I say that, but I can’t actually workout how to log out of my mobile Twitter account…….) #technophobe
Category Archives: Reasons I don’t have kids
Got 99 posts
but a b*tch ain’t one. (except when in Rue de Meaux, and there are men who can sort that sh*t out). Oh thank God, my funny’s back!!! Post 100 on ‘The Secret Diary of Anne Pank’. Celebrate with me and Kool and the Gang!!
Thank you
to all existing readers and those who are new to my diary, we have broken through the sound barrier (well, the blog version), more than 2000 hits since the start of time – 2nd January 2014. Thank you many kisses -in all the languages! xxx
New friends for Anne
Australia, Bulgaria and Ireland!!!! Hi there. xx
PANKnado
(a bit like Sharknado, but not at all) Seriously, I feel like I was picked up by a tornado on Friday night in Wichita, and unceremoniously dumped somewhere in the middle of Kansas in the early hours of Monday morning. Without my Ruby Slippers,and maybe a stray cow, a couple of chickens and a mangled tractor. […]
p.s.
That’s actually it. No punchline.
Thought for the day
The colour of my soul is
Two days in Paris
Only a few photos, but a lot of laughs, great company and one particularly, breath-taking memory of Paris by night on the back of a scooter. NOTE: Not many people may know this, but there is an actual law that states you must take at least 50% of photographs of Paris in black and white. This colour photograph […]
If you wish hard enough, you can do magic with your brain
I have a magic brain. I started wishing yesterday for something to happen. I wished really, really hard all day yesterday, all night and then today when I was getting up at 4.30am (when what I really wanted to do was stay in bed with my hot host). That was not good, but necessary. Then, […]
Post good-times come down
The only problem with having a whirlwind break away in a beautiful city with a really funny, charming and attractive man, is the return to reality…… Charles de Gaulle airport 6am, Easyjet, afternoon classes, an argument with a teenager in the queue and pain in parts of your body you didn’t know existed. Stage direction: […]
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