Where art thou, oh, precious spectacles?
Ode to my ‘flying glasses’: O most precious spectacles, thou art fled!Mine eyes, now prisoners to mist obscure,Do mourn thy absence like the waning moon,Deprived of night’s celestial glow impure.…
Ode to my ‘flying glasses’: O most precious spectacles, thou art fled!Mine eyes, now prisoners to mist obscure,Do mourn thy absence like the waning moon,Deprived of night’s celestial glow impure.…
It is crass, it is agist. It is literally offensive to old people. Is it supposed to be even funny? It implies that old people are unwanted, a drain on…
Look, dear Guest House owners… It’s not hard to prepare a set breakfast. If you can do it for yourself, you can do it for your guests! A cup of…
Felt like potato chips, but living in the countryside and closest store closed at 6pm (currently 11pm). So I sliced some potatoes, baked in the oven at 150°C for 20min.…