Bloody Brilliant!

run for cover

Look at the color of this sky (shot outside my window).  We have had the most bizarre weather this week, with flash floods quickly followed by sunshine.  Totally schizophrenic.  Look closely and you can see a faint rainbow, which I could only see through the camera viewfinder!

i've got my own, thank you

Once again, I am looking for a new place to live.  The damn landlord decided to sell the place, so we are out on the street (oh, the melodrama).  In my search for a flat, I've come to discover that Londoners don't own furniture.

Every single flat I find is furnished and the landlord won't remove the furniture.  In New York, it's rare to find a furnished apartment - most landlords presume you are a grown adult with your own things.  Not so here.  Why on earth would I want to sit on someone else's gross couch, sleep on their gross mattress, eat off of their gross plates??  What do Londoners have against owning their own things??

picture this

I was flipping through my photos today and found a few that brought an instant smile to my face.  Not surprisingly, many of them are of food.  First up, the awesome cupcakes in a shop window in Paris:

Next, a birthday cake to beat all cakes - courtesy of Konditor & Cook:

Then, my kitties (they look - are! - well fed, I know):

And let us not forget the swan who was out for blood, in the form of the bread and cheese I was peacefully eating until he went on attack.  It's not like he was starving, I should add:

And, of course, the odd 'ghost' sighting at Hampton Court Palace just for good measure!