Expectation and Doris Day

  Dear Inquisitive Stranger, The discovery that the Sorting Hat placed me in Gryffindor was met with the same mild confusion a dog experiences upon discovering the ball was never thrown in the first place. Being a Gryffindor is no lemon (hello common room, roaring fireplace and four poster beds), its just that I had…

Poetry and summer time

  Dear Inquisitive Stranger, On this snappy morning, I step in time to the beat of a spritely marching band. My roaming feet have parked me in ‘Summer Lane’ where doors are flung wide to invite inside the good times. This sunny day inspires me to celebrate the season with a poem. I am jiving…

Knitting and rain clouds

Dear Inquisitive Stranger, The Americano perfectly compliments my rainy morning spectator sport. Between sips, the subjects of my people watching switch between contrasting groups, yet the facial expressions for both categories is crabby. Pouty faces in the glossy magazine glare at me with icy eyes that could freeze Hawaii during a heatwave. Don’t expect these…

Bananas and other phobias

  Dear Inquisitive Stranger, It’s the first unusual banana sighting of the week and my instinct is to send a photo to my friend. Before getting carried away with the pap shots, I realise the receipt of an image of this banana-shaped hazard sign would not carry the same health and safety benefits for my…

Goodies, baddies and plastic straws

Dear Inquisitive Stranger, There has a been a complaint! I stand accused of seeing our colourful world in black and white. Your Honour, enter a guilty plea, for it is true, regarding environmental matters, I have an annoyingly extravagant tendency to polarise my beliefs. I hope any posthumous description of me will be littered with…

Truffles and anonymity

Dear Inquisitive Stranger, The Truffle Mushroom Bao is loaded and fully prepared to fire its weapon. As my teeth sink into the cloud of fluffy steamed bun and fleshy mushrooms, the taste of decadence detonates upon my taste buds. If the forbidden apple tasted this good, I can see why Eve weighed it in favour…

Raves and riddles

Dear Inquisitive Stranger, A cowboy rode into town on Friday.  After knocking back tornado juice in the saloon for three days, he rode out of town on Friday.  How in the heck was this possible? Oooh, a riddle! Mini mysteries with potential to drive us bananas if we don’t get answers. Like flirting peacocks, these…

Coincidence and climate change

Dear Inquisitive Stranger, It’s Saturday 24th March, 8.30pm and I am sat in ‘Lily and Paul’, a tea, cake and flowers emporium. I am engaged in a highbrow conversation about philosophies of tea when the lights go out. Kick out time of reckoning? A puckish power cut? Or, gasp, have I neglected to keep an…

Cheesecake and lies

Dearest Inquisitive Stranger, Have you ever lied to look cool? Confession corner: I did, but made a hash of my Pinocchio impersonation. During an introduction, Tall Dark Handsome Stranger inquired about my thoughts on roller coasters. Initial response: I would rather be trapped in a submarine filled with Crazy Frog impersonators for a month than…

Godzilla and misunderstandings

  Dear Inquisitive Stranger, Who doesn’t enjoy being on the receiving end of an, “I told you so”? Four small words that poke a barbed finger at our inadequacies whilst highlighting the speaker’s  superpower of foresight. Based on the chill I experience when uttered in my direction, the phrase certainly holds a non-special place in…