If music be the food of love…

If music be the food of love…

… It would be as well to remember that I come from a long line of medieval court poisoners. Music has always been in this family. My great-grandfather established the family business in Bayham Street, Camden Town in 1883. Piano parts. The bits that go inside, wood, steel, strings, felt etc. Sadly, my association with the piano was not a happy one. We just didn’t seem to get on. And the piano isn’t portable. My parents talked about it. To this day I do not have the slightest ┬áidea how they arrived at the flute, but there you go....

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Spring Fever

Spring Fever

“The phrase “Tattoos on My Soul” ran through my head. Wasn’t writing about that topic the reason for my starting My Ink Project with Sj back in 2011?”

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It’s War!

It’s War!

I’ve been fascinated by all matters military since I was a fairly small child. My father was a Normandy Veteran, a sergeant in the Royal Corps of Signals. Something he generally kept to himself. The war, World War II, was something that he found difficult to talk about. My father was Jewish, his father was born in Hamburg, Germany, and his mother in Poland. What little I have been able to piece together of my family’s past is limited to the family tree, written on cash analysis paper, which goes back to 1513, and bits and pieces that have...

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Early Character Lessons

Early Character Lessons

I am an only child. I mention this purely in the spirit that what follows may not make a whole heap of sense to those who come from large human (and I stress ‘human’) families. When I was born, my parents already had a fur-child. Pepper, the psycho Dalmation. Of course back then, fur-children were not called fur-children. Pepper was Dad’s dog. Had been so since my mother bought him home, he battled his way up the stairs into the flat my parents were living in at the time and plonked himself at Dad’s feet. Dad peered over his...

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Shame?

Shame?

Shame On Me?   The past several weeks have been tumultuous, at best. I have debated back and forth about whether or not to write about the experience, but in the end, my virtuous side won. Why shouldn’t I tell my story? It’s fascinating, as well as scandalous.   At the end of January, I joined a private Facebook group with several other women, and helped save the life of an old friend. None of us were close in High School, and I still have to pinch myself to realize that we actually brought our friend to safety from...

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Kentucky

Kentucky

I have a confession to make. I love American people. I have never met an American who isn’t a thoroughly decent, charming and wonderful person. So they are not very good at picking politicians, but neither are we. The ordinary people are just lovely. I knew I was going to love Kentucky long before I got there. Jase (Jason Horger), business partner, writing partner, and keeper of my horrendous comma splices (Mel, hunny, prepare to be drowned in commas)… Well Jase is the little brother my parents never got around to giving me. I love him unconditionally, and his...

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