Saturday, 8 September 2007
A secret boathouse
This is a picture of a secret boathouse (very Du Maurier) on a beach I'm going swimming at tomorrow, weather permitting, on the Helford. It has absolutely nothing to do with this post, but I felt like a bit of Cornish colour.
I received a copy of OpenMind magazine in the post this morning containing my latest published article. I'm hoping the cheque will follow shortly. I'll post the article next week, but as it's about overcoming panic attacks, I felt we should have something a little more uplifting for a sunny Saturday.
The BBC were discussing Favourite Words this morning, so I asked Himself what his were.
'Threnody,' he said. Pause. 'Jazz. Ocean.' He thought, long and hard. 'Bollocks,' he said finally.
You can see the pattern emerging here.
Being altogether more erudite, of course, here are mine, which I would stress are because of their SOUND, not for their meaning.
Neuilly (as in Sur Seine) which probably doesn't count as it's a name but never mind.
What are yours?