My camera: one of Daughter's lovely shots with it(she took 100s)
Well, yeah. Thanks for all the input on Dilemma - I will keep on keeping on, with Facebook as my public persona and my interminable rantings, ravings and blogjams let loose upon willing eyes right here.
Overheard behind me, yesterday: two women (blond, delicately bronzed, mid-late fifties) as I netbooked at Coffee Matters, fast becoming my destination of choice for meaty musings:
"Well, you know, we all bought that place in Provence, remember?, in the seventies, that was."
"How many of you?"
"Well, we all went to MUN here, the six of us. A six bedroom farm house which we all renovated over the years."
"Extraordinary - none of you fell out?"
"Well, we did shuffle around a bit," laughs, "Arthur left Ruth for Erika, and Ruth hooked up with Bill who was engaged to Erika, but it didn't seem to effect the group. Weird at first, but we all got used to it as the cast remained the same with Roger and I the anchors."
"And you're all in the same profession?"
"Yes," laughs, "We're all armchair architects."
Stranger than fiction, this life, isn't it?
