Papersurfer junior, a few days before his eleventh birthday, was in a reflective mood. He asked myself and Tango (grrr) if we had any thoughts on what happens after death. ‘Did we believe in Heaven?’ or ‘reincarnation?’ or ‘are we just worm food?’
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Once upon a time there was a pile of decaying corpses festering in a dumpster at the back of a biological research facility… continue reading
The soothing sounds of Lionel Ritchie and the Commodores melt over you like maple syrup over a hot stack of pancakes. Fresh coffee is poured at a respectably late hour, the woodstove wraps the house in a comforting glow and the sofa beckons for a day of lounging and relaxing. continue reading
In a cold flurry of golden leaves, autumn appeared from nowhere, bringing brimming dark clouds, sharp winds and the smell of woodsmoke… continue reading
There is the distinct odour of change in the air – the local train station is to be transformed into a ‘Metro stop’, promising continue reading
It has been said by many a wise man that there is no such thing as a free lunch. This is quite obviously an untruth as one can obtain such a repast during the midday hours without financial commitment in several ways… continue reading
Designing a new template for your blog is much like investing in something shiny from the gadget department of your local electrical outlet store. continue reading
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