So the mating ritual continued, with much posturing, fluffing of feathers and displaying, only I didn’t like his plumage too much (or the idea of being kept as a sex slave in a shoe box – commandment 6 – before my axey/birdy death). And still a drink didn’t arrive. Second installment, lessons six – ten. Re: […]
Now, I think I’m a pretty reasonable woman, I like to go out with my friends, I’m sociable and fun, I like to meet and chat to people, have a drink and a dance. I’m interested in interesting people. But there really is an art to the chat-up, a certain etiquette if you will, that one should […]
I hope that: the cute Easter bunny (from the hare, ancient symbol of fertility. Ancient as in, like really ancient, say maybe even more than 2014 years ancient). came and laid lots of eggs in your house (see above AND, to be honest, just plain weird science) – ooh!! Might be my Sunday afternoon movie. […]
Did you know that: Drinking chocolate was first popularised in Europe by the Spanish who sweetened cocoa with sugar cane. They introduced it to the Italians and the French – ha! (Sorry, bit of adoptive rivalry with my European cousins) Cocoa beans were used by the Aztecs as a form of currency, which was chronicled […]
Hurrah! It’s Pank time. Madame L and the L’bonnettes are heading into town tomorrow and we’re going en masse to the Chocolate Museum. Something tells me that it might just be more about the adults…….. stupidly excited.
How lovely to see some new readers. Everyone is welcome here, with open arms and a warm heart. I hope you enjoy what you read. Nice to meet you! Annie P kisses xx
you might find yourself on a sunny, Sunday afternoon, post morning workout, full of the heady mix of endorphine and caffeine buzz, roast chicken dinner and glass of red wine haziness, an element of twitchy boredom and a too-bloody-handy pair of sharp scissors, (which just so happen to be excellent for cutting hair); fighting the overwhelming urge to radically change […]
than occasionally pretending to be a real grown-up. I think that my actual grown-upness might have peaked between February 2010 and September 2011. This is the period when I lived together with my boyfriend of the time, in a rather nice apartment on Pall Mall (the Liverpool address, not London). Shoes off at the door, nice bathroom/kitchen, […]
I am quite sure that a lunch that consists of a ball of mozzarella with a blob of pesto on the top, neither counts as a healthy balanced diet or is eaten by any of the following: Halle Berry Angelina Jolie Jennifer Anniston Rosie Huntingdon-Whitley Jennifer Lopez Rhianna (Maybe Nigella Lawson or Monica Belucci) #theworstlazy’cook’ever
Having joined two great friends for a lovely dinner last night, and a stimulating conversation about life, love and the world at large, we came to the same somewhat sad conclusión, that each one of us was a bubbling cauldron of hang-ups and emotional inadequacies, a little bit psychologically messy to some degree, in one way or another. […]
The Secret Diary of Anne Pank 