Category: Other People

In which you will discover that other people occasionally visit my planet — however unwillingly or unwittingly.

Tales of May 06: Tampa-rriffiic!

It wasn’t a “vacation.” It wasn’t a “holiday,” as they call it over here. It was an epic event of travel. With that in mind, I’ve decided to break up the Tales of May 06 into bits, for easier consumption. It all began, really, existentially, at the House of Meats. La Casa de la Carne.…

The World Should Be Flat

I recently had my first proxy visitor to London. She came in the post. Here name was “Flat Stacey” and she was a friend of my niece Grace. Grace is one of many school kids involved in the Flat Stanley project. It’s an international literacy and communications project based on a kids book about a…

Michael Dale David Sebastian

Navigating a new friend is like discovering a new museum. What is new about it, anyway? It’s been here for years. Yet it is new to me and I am new to it. Michael told me, casually, offhand, that he cleaned objects at the Victoria and Albert Museum in South Kensington. It was over a…

New Year’s Resolution Update

I’ve had one of those days: first, that other damn volunteer, Sue, at the soup kitchen, is horning in on my territory. I mean, back off! I do the till on Fridays in this town! Then my temp gig fell through, so I was deprived of another noisy day in Soho, at the corner of…

Who loves me, baby?

THEY do! This is Tony and Bill. They are my buddies at the Warrington. I love this photo. I took it with my new toy, my camera phone. Sigh… I remember the days when I said I would never, EVER had a cell phone. Well, don’t worry. Here, I have a “mobile” phone. Tony drinks…

Alex doesn’t read this weblog

This is Alex. Hello Alex! Alex lives in London. He’s my friend. He’s married to Frances. I talk about her lots, but I don’t talk about Alex very much. Alex, like many of you (especially those of you not here right now), does not read my weblog. Why do you care whether Alex reads my…

Dry Milk

Frances laughs at me. “You love being poor!” as I reminisce again about my childhood. Now, though, I am not poor. I open the cupboard now and look at that little plastic tub of semi-skimmed dry milk. It’s cheerful, with it’s red cap and coffee and bread imagery. “Ideal for use in breadmakers, cooking, tea,…

C’mon everybody… follow me to The Lost Summer!

Well, for those of you that wondered what happened to Colin and I this summer, here is a photo montage, not necessarily in order… very much like the European history you studied in high school, there was conflict, drama, invasions, unheaval, and Van Morrison concerts at stately homes. Enjoy! Bob, Amy and Colin in the…

Three Reasons to Have Children

In July, when the Barnes family left Lawrence, Kansas to visit us in London, I discovered three really great reasons to have children. The Barneses are our friends through Colin, my husband. Colin and Bob Barnes worked and played golf together in Kansas City. Bob and his wife, Amy, know each other because they are…