from David Bader, "One Hundred Great Books in Haiku":
Tea-soaked madeleine -
A childhood recalled. I had
brownies like that once.
Remind me, and I'll bring it next year for general entertainment.
And, carve this in stone. Non-cyclists do not get lumbered with the cooking and washing up. I may even have a 'no women in the kitchen' rule.
Ta - must stop rushing these things!FTFY![]()
I would think there will be enough volunteers for cooking not to have to force/ban anyone or any gender!
Or, more succinctly....read this..
For a long time...and out of a half-visualised succession of oil-lamps, followed by shirts with turned-down collars, would put together by degrees the component parts of my ego. (and so on and so forth for the next sixty pages...)
Chateau le Val is now full - I'll hold you over for Chateau 2
possiblyDZ's No Women Slaving Over The Stove rule is, depending on your point of view, either a radical feminist reordering of domestic space,..
as if...........or a nagging anxiety that Susie might make inroads into the kitchen at DZ Towers...
Mmm - when I was 16, I cycled all along the French coast from Deauville to Cherbourg, sometimes wild camping, other times finding a hotel. Wonderful quiet roads. Have to put my thinking cap on....................
1919014 said:And I had only just got used to Greg as a roomie as well. Now what will I do?
think Cornwall. It might not be dry.The thinking cap has done its work. French roads, no English summer weather, beer, bikes, lovely scenery, wine - what's not to like. Put me & Rebecca on the list please. Email sent.