The latest news from the whispering grass!
The other day, I was grabbing lunch in a proper pub-pub. The kind that had curtain-covered, brown bar stools, a dart board in the corner, a lovely pub garden with patchwork grass and quotes etched into brass bar signs, one of which read, “There is nothing, absolutely nothing, half as wonderful as a lush green [read more]
The other day, while I was catching up with a pub-pal of mine, I was met with one of the blankest expressions ever witnessed with human eyes, and all I had done was tell this friend of mine she should consider, “a little less conversation, a little more aeration, please”. Seriously. I can’t tell you [read more]