Glug-glug-glug

A few days ago I found myself looking at the Moon, as one does. It wasn’t full enough to be worth howling at but it was nearly there, and it put me in mind of three similar words of which I am quite fond. They are gibbous, glabrous and glaucous. Gibbous I had been looking … Continue reading Glug-glug-glug →

Passion, carminative as wine

On the label ... it was described as being in the highest sense carminative ... It seemed so wonderfully to describe that sensation of internal warmth ... which followed the drinking of cinnamon ... "And passion carminative as wine" was what I wrote ... And then suddenly it occurred to me that I had never … Continue reading Passion, carminative as wine →

I’m sorry, I haven’t a clue

I'm afraid it's bad news. I'm going to have to amputate your leg.Oh, lovely! Sometimes we Brits can be a bit self-deprecating, looking on the bright side, making the best of things and solving problems with a cup of tea. And apologising. Someone treads on your foot ,"Oh, I'm sorry I got in your way". … Continue reading I’m sorry, I haven’t a clue →