18.4.12 Arousing menu cream of corn soup, coconut ice and a bucket of tea. 19.4.12 Dark hair, green smock. Laughter lines and white pickets of teeth. My old friend, the muse. 20.4.12 Doctors appointment. Nail biting afternoon. He is still not sure.
There is a little place with a big wooden door that jingles when you open it. As you walk into this little room, your ears are tickled by the crackly voice of Billie Holiday or a scatting Ella Fitzgerald and comforting smiles from ladies in lovely dresses and pearls slow your heart beat down and … Continue reading all things sweet