Nomanis: an island?

I believe in miracles. It’s a crazy thing. 🎶

But now it’s salivation. I’m eyeing up Wendy’s cakes at The Tower (not a euphemism). Resisting so far. But I’m notoriously weak. And the cakes have an “eat me” look about them.

I was at a sixties songbook concert at Bardwell Church last night. Joanna Eden sang “Clouds” beautifully. Then listened to Judy Collin’s version on the journey home.

An imperial lather.

This morning’s coffee is taken at Rougham Tower after a chilly blast on the W800. £1 for members. Unbeatable.

Had similar from a French tutee last week: "Oh, we were never taught days of the week."

I've looked at life from both sides now ...

No udders?

Salvation