Easy does it, don’t it? And yellow is the way to go. I haven’t read The Yellow Kid for nothing, see?
And it’s high time
It’s high time
Please wake me
Did you know these are called Big Battenbergs? I had no idea, your honour. Battenberg is the original name of Mountbatten. Germans who anglicised their name during the War. Just as the Windsors are really from the Haus Sachsen-Coburg und Gotha.
Battenberg is also a town in central Germany where a light sponge cake covered in marzipan and built from a two-by-two check pattern alternately coloured pink and yellow originates from.
As a teetotaler I haven’t set foot in a liquorshop in a long time. For myself, that is. I bought wine in Ísafjörður but that was for Peter. It looks like this shop is well stocked on whiskey’s. Irish whiskey. I think the Scots follow the English in writing whisky, don’t they? How atypical.
And we’re counting down. Only three more days to go in this coldest, greyest, most boring month. In three days it will be March and spring will be on it’s way. I can’t wait for March 21 or 22 to happen.
This thingamajig was a gift from Satyarthi to help me with my spastic muscle. I was very grateful for it. Unfortunately it never helped me. He couldn’t foresee that, though. Then.
Actually, it’s a cross between a Francis Bacon painting and the Shroud of Turin. Now, which was first: chicken or egg? See, creationism isn’t so bad after all.