My son, his dad, and the little half brother.
SOON WE SHALL KNOW
Me imitating Hugh Fernley-Whittingstall. Don’t know how to spell his name.
Why?
Why do I get followed on Twitter by women looking for men? Don’t they know I’m the wrong gender - Isn’t my name a clue? It’s always rather disappointing.
Unexpected!
Now!
Why does searching the word “Tara” bring up lots of pictures of oriental women and a picture of an over sized phallus?
It’s not a joke by the way - I don’t know the answer.
My ancestor Joseph Leech. My mum used to call him “piggy claw” because of his slightly piggy hands. Someone I quite liked said I looked like him - strange I thought - but I see that perhaps my eyes are like his only a different colour. Not the most flattering remark though - I reckon my head is a nicer shape than that.
Learning the Violin - more awful examples of myself
Two of my friends at a bad taste party - judging by their expressions, it looks like the bad taste was something they ate rather than what they were wearing.
The man in the background became my husband (the one wearing the kilt - strange that he got married to me in that and yet wore it to a bad taste party - what does this say). He was with the woman next to him at the time. They attended each others weddings
the man in the leather also a friend - lucky - coz it was my party
Me with some friends under water acting casual quite a long time ago - when I say a long time I mean years more than ten. Both of the other people in this picture are dead now.
