so remember the other day? when I saw white horses pulling a white carriage with a coffin. . .
. . .well, yesterday, on a different street, I saw two black horses pulling a black carriage with a coffin
as I was sitting on the bus taking Mini-Teen to her first orthdontist appointment (that poor child has inherited her father's teeth). . .
. . .(they are
so crooked that she actually gets the treatment free on the NHS) I mentioned it to her (the black horse/white horse thing); she said maybe it was the husband of the wife who had died; that happens sometimes, doesn't it? people dying of a broken heart; I hope not, I doubt it, doesn't bear thinking about really (altho having a broken heart can be a pretty dreadful thing really, drives you to do all sorts of sad stuff) (I'll stop there)
.and for some reason made me think of this, which the white horses hadn't
on white horses let me ride away, to my world of dreams so far away
let me run to the sun
to a world my heart can understand, it's a gentle warm and wonderland
far away, stars away
where the clouds are made of candy floss as the day is born
when the stars are gone we'll race to meet the dawn
you and I can only see the grey of a sad and very lonely day
that's when I softly sigh, on white horses, snow white horses
let me ride away
(and what is really strange is that I can't remember the television show
AT ALL but I have a clear memory of singing the chorus of the song)(but now I've looked at the lyrics I think I'll just hum the tune in future)
this is a pygmy leaf chameleon. . . isn't it tiny!
is a younger person -
(but I can usually shut the bitch up with cookies)
are those between ten 
and seventy
I think of them as stray eyebrows
until I faint
Bette Davis
and then your body starts falling apart
'til Sears makes one you can ride on
is a surprised woman
without your permission
. . .then you'll just have to be a horrible warning
red tomatoes 
yellow tomatoes 
plum tomatoes
green tomatoes (and there were some more, but I think we've had enough of the tomatoes already!) (altho, did I mention that I had roasted some of them first in olive oil? no? well I had!), lots of coarsely grated black pepper and a little sprinkling of salt and quite a few pine nuts (that I'd roasted in a frying pan) and handfuls of ripped up basil 
bunged it in a hot hot hot oven until pastry had risen and crisped and browned and then, just before serving, threw on more handfuls of basil and pinenuts and drizzled the olive oil from the roasting tray and added more pepper and then ate it all up
well, I'm not sure about that, but this one's a keeper:
so, I'll stop moaning and grumbling. . .
. . .and focus on the smaller things
ok people! 
super harvest moon in 20 years? it's "a phenomenon that occurs when the autumn equinox (when day and night are of equal length and summer moves into winter) coincides with a full moon in the northern hemisphere; NASA tells us to expect the result to be a kind of 360 degree twilight glow as the sun sinks in the west and the moon rises in the east". . .
broad beans we call them here but some folks call them fava I believe
I still live on a day by day basis which works quite well for me (oh, I have so much more I want to say, but I'm being besieged by children left right and centre!! I wonder if I'll remember this train of thought tomorrow when they are all at school?!)
