365:77 Kookie, Kookie, Lend Me Your Comb

365:77 Kookie, Kookie, Lend Me Your CombSome of us are of such a vintage that 77 can only ever mean [url=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/77_Sunset_Strip]one thing[/url] to us. In my case it is of my mother casting lustful sighs at Efrem Zimbalist Jr. I being very young, too young even to be hip, cast my juvenile eye at Edd Byrnes and his ever-present comb.

Attempts to present a hair comb to you today were thwarted by my lack of photographic skill. Instead, I have a pair of wool combs. Mindful of the week’s “Green” assignment, I dressed my combs with some green-dyed Wensleydale locks.

I’m still norappy. I may shoot this again later today, I’ll swap the lens first.

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A Month in France: Nothing is Lost

A Month in France: Nothing is Lost

I am lagging on the Month in the Country prompts, and lagging badly at that. I have a list of prompts t be caught up on and I shall be working my way through them here, or at Scattered Thoughts depending on where the post most naturally sits. I have elected to tackle the prompts not in date order necessarily but to seize upon prompts that offer me space in which to write down the things that I am feeling the need to say. Even if I need to crowbar it in. The thing is, I am going to continue to be short of time and space in which to write and so a two-for-one is useful and I hope to do as many of those as I can. Seems like a plan? … Continue readingA Month in France: Nothing is Lost

Oh, deer

Oh, deer

Nell and I had a lovely walk this morning. The weather has cooled considerably and there was a very pleasant breeze. We both made better time than of late. … Continue readingOh, deer

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