Tag Archives: choices


Now here’s a minefield.
Choice is meant to be a good thing … isn’t it? I’m not that sure actually. Sometimes I stand in front of a display of yoghurts, for instance, and feel completely overwhelmed and wish that there were only six choices … to include the crushed gingernut dipper … obviously.
And then, on [...]


Next weekend I’ve got to make one of the most difficult decisions in my life.
Am I going to be a European or a Member of the British Commonwealth?
I think I’ll get some garlic and a flightless bird in and possibly wait for the result before making up my mind completely.
Haka haiku
Posturing stamps
Tension ramps
Mummy tuts at [...]