-- scritches! Opened back door! Maybe a WET FOOD TREAT!!! --

that he rolls down the stairs from tread to tread, stretching himself the full breadth of the stair, writhing and purring, and... over the lip of the tread he goes, to repeat the performance all down the flight.

Sweet cat.

-- just as he was about to burn the Reichstag down ( Read more... )

It's too long; four of seven stanzas too long; what is all the guff in the middle, how does that add? Instead it subtracts ( Read more... )

And the silhouettes of children, flickering past as the motorway carries me, far faster!, past Liege, Brussels, Kortrijk, along into France... where sentimentality drops away.

Nervous, nervous, as the signs for LOON PLAGE flicker by. Is this really the road to DUNKERQUE FERRY? Am I in time for the once-every-two-hours boarding ( Read more... )

I needed a break from driving -- and after almost a week, fish -- the Heiligenroth NORDSEE outlet that I'd noted on the way southeast ( Read more... )

The cows, shambling through the mist, along the bridge across the motorway.

Eupen.

-- the stub-tailed tabby with white blaze, belly, and paws, wandering carefully among the tables on the hotel terrace last evening, that (s)he came to my hand, not once but repeatedly, for scraps of pogácsa.

Spoilt Mike, spoilt Sonny, never to have been so hungry that they would eat even bread to fill their stomachs. And poor little roaming cat

Why am I here?

Over a punnet of greengages in a street vendor's stall in Graz.

"Renekloden".

It took me a while to sort through that. Who will comment with the likely derivation?