... of the seven deadly sins, the eighth and most horrid is emotional blackmail ... whilst for this blogger, the only sacred thing is life itself
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Saturday, May 29, 2010
ice cream seventh heaven
the loved one made a compote of blackberries and blueberries using a little bit of demerara sugar
the final killer touch that blew it and me into the fifth dimension was that half a teaspoon of italian licore di limone
Friday, May 28, 2010
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
Friday, May 21, 2010
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Sunday, May 16, 2010
THE INTRODUCTORY DISCUSSION IN A SINGLE SENTENCE FOR THIS WEEK'S SERMON ON THE HEREAFTER TRANSCRIBED FROM AN ANCIENT PAPYRUS JUST RECENTLY DISCOVERED AMONGST THE BONES OF SABRE TOOTHED TIGERS AND WOOLLY MAMMOTHS IN A CAVE CLOSE TO THE SNOWLINE IN A DENSELY FORESTED AREA OF PUTNEY HEATH.
Verily, I say unto you a Woman’s Work is never done and so, because they are innumerable, one may confidently deduce that preserving the immaculate perfection of the dazzling heavenly hosts’ gleaming pristine seamless raiment might require considerable logistical ingenuity from His Launderers in Eternity yet it can never be beyond the compass of the Almighty to organize and implement effective and practical procedures and so for this reason I feel encouraged to anticipate that the infinite ranks of heavenly choirs ascending ever upwards through the gilded clouds in to the inexpressible azureity can be discreetly re-robed by sensibly mingling in amongst their number those several blissful regiments of joyously resurrected multi-tasking housewives of all ages who will effortlessly contrive to sing their loud hosannas in matchless sweet and voluptuous harmonies whilst they too are borne aloft amidst heaven’s perpetual sunbeams unto everlasting ecstasy behind their God-given celestial ironing boards.
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