of penguins and scalpels

I often notice street names, an early influence from my mother, who would regularly exclaim “imagine having to write THAT down as your address for years!” whenever we came across a particularly funny example. A few weeks ago, my husband and I visited Oxfordshire, where we discovered Penguin Cottage. The name made us smile, and …

and then there was light!

Recently, I visited my parents in France. They still live in the house where I grew up, and have been there for about 35 years. Every time I go back, I spend a bit of time sorting through stuff, mine, theirs, or my brothers’. Unsurprisingly, they have accumulated rather a lot over the years. This …