It was the early Nineties, and it was our first trip to the British Club. No, we were neither members nor British nationals, but gained access through our visit to Mr. William, and his warm and friendly wife, Mrs. Cecil. The lovely couple were given a modest accommodation of a room and a pantry at … Continue reading The Folly of Trusting
I’m not addicted to coffee. I’m simply in a committed relationship with it. Today I wanted to remember how my love affair with coffee began ages ago. A some what blurry past to be honest. Peer pressure was involved too and how. Perhaps for that I should be thankful and only this one instance. The … Continue reading Hello World!