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I wish I knew her name...

A new mother refuses to name her unborn child Simon, after her husband's father, because the name reminds her of the red-faced bully in third grade.


In the old South Africa, a white “madam” didn't think twice about changing a maid’s name from the tongue-twisting Ntombomzi to the oh-so-easy Nellie

Oh no, not Scrabble!


I write, therefore I love Scrabble. Wrong. 
I hate Scrabble.  I love words for their content, not their structure.

Eye of the storm...

I may live in the sunniest corner of France, but it’s also the windiest. There are days when the old folk don’t dare leave their homes for fear of their buckled bodies being tossed aside like autumn leaves.

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Quick! Hide behind your Kindle...
 

A socialite friend once gave me a tour of her brand new home. I enviously wandered along her floor-to-ceiling library and picked out a battered paperback: Walk with a White Bushmen by Laurens van der Post


I love that old codger's writing... 

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Burning money hurts
 

Flick a switch and the heating goes on, right? Not in our household. Heating used to be like brushing my teeth, I never actually thought about it, but living in the Pyrenees changed that forever.
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