Daphne will eat half the rotten carcass of a bird, scrape something foul off the tarmac with her teeth, lick up filthy birdseed, but trying giving her a Pepsid and she is a cowering wreck.
I have never listened to an audio book! But yesterday I listened to Madeleine Leslay narrate POPPY REDFERN AND THE MIDNIGHT MURDERS, and to my surprise I really enjoyed it. She has such an expressive voice and added an entirely new dimension to both the characters and the story! I am sending two copies as Valentine's Day presents to family in England who are no longer able to read!
I don't know about you but I am delighted to be 'back to normal' after the holidays. Not a scrap of cake, tart or pie to be seen anywhere in my kitchen. Rolling up my sleeves to do some more work on POPPY REDFERN AND THE FATAL FLIERS!
After a long day hiking in the snow, here is how you spend the evening: warming your under-carriage by the fireside. We call this 'rafting'
After a long days hiking in the snow, this is how you spend the evening..warming your tummy by the fireside.
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Stories my Father Told Me About the War
My father was given a thrashing because he and his cousin sat up on the roof of their house in Greenwich with their Spam sandwiches to watch a dogfight between Messerschmidts and Spitfires over the London docks. Continue reading
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