I hate public performances. Yet I chose a career where public speaking is commonplace. I must be a masochist. At least I always dress well to offer my audience some decorative if not informative value. In response to the WordPress Daily Prompt: Naked with Black Socks. Advertisements
I got a headache but got immediately better on seeing the colour of the painkillers.
An example of street art. Minus the art.
My new nail polish. I think it looks awesome. My husband thinks it looks like a base coat paint for tractors.
Why drink from your bowl when there is a watering can? Ella can’t be bothered.
I love the British. They’re so adorably polite when saying no that you feel flattered. In response to the WordPress Daily Prompt: Sorry, I’m Busy.
I thought these were flowers. Grandmother explained they were weeds. Whatever.
The weight of the classics. I like both classics and animals. Hence Penguin. In response to the WordPress Daily Prompt: Bookworms.
The commuter’s little pleasures: having a latte while waiting for a connection.
Could you make a bomb out of hand gel, perfume and lip gloss? Neither could I. Apparently, the airport security suspected otherwise. I suspect it might have been my Eastern European passport that made me suspect. In response to the WordPress Daily Prompt: Snark Bombs, Away!