Had to share a fabulous example of twisted kid’s language given to me by my lovely friend Amanda…
Her sister’s family used to holiday down in Cornwall, and the long car journey was punctuated by her niece Molly proclaiming, “We’re going to Ken’s pants! We’re going to Ken’s pants!”
I’m never going to think of Penzance the same way again…
Thanks, Molly.
Every carrot, calorie and cow
Fran, Gareth and friends explore the world on Hal, our 35ft yacht
Just me. Being me.
Random topics and conversation about how I view the world I live in
My curious little blog.
Selling discount truths at an exorbitant price! (Wrap your mind around that one)
Novel = New, Work of Fiction: Fact + History = Factory
Twice across Europe by bike and more
I’m running the 2013 London Marathon for ICAN
adventures in language and life
a word bird reflects on life & language
Stuff I think about...
Dreaming of waves...
There's no place like home. Especially if you don't live there.
Letters from London by Giovanna Forte
A British Isles Cheese Odyssey
