*Very* quick this one – as in, countdown-clock-ticking, “Hurry up darling, we’ve got to catch a train,” husband-tapping-at-watch quick make …
... and roses too.
The worker must have bread, but she must have roses too.
Author: Linnie Vallance (page 8 of 9)
I wasn’t born with it. So I use Maybelline – have done for actual decades. Partly because it works, partly because their names are getting so cray-cray that I can’t even breathe long enough to look at another brand.
Hector: “I had a really weird dream last night …”
Comma : “I told you not to eat that mouse …”
Via Nowness.
It’s that blissful time of year when everyone in London moves Outside in search of Fresh Air, albeit the kind that has the worst pollution in Europe.
So Ted, the LondonBFF and I decided to picnic on Clapham Common to celebrate Friday and summer and sunshine etc.
… so you don’t have to.
Off to Dalston Street Feast last night, with the East London comrades.
That’s the question my good friend Mr. White and I asked ourselves as we explored his latest exhibition, “82 Portraits and 1 Still Life”, at the Royal Academy.
Hey sisters! If you, like me, have spent most of your life searching for the feminist separatist enclave of your dreams, guess what?
I’VE FOUND IT!
As I discovered when I popped down to see an old pal.
So we’re just back from Leicester, where Ted was doing some research. I tagged along to see the Richard III stuff there, and was glad I did. It’s really well done – they’ve brought across the turbulence of the times, the bloodiness of the battles and the excitement of the discovery of his burial site.
© 2025 … and roses too.