RamblingRose

Girls – Collective

A sepia coloured cutting drifted out of a book today, as a bookshelf was being industriously unpacked by my 14 month old granddaughter.
The book once belonged to my gran – she was a great one for saving all sorts of interesting things in odd places!
It is an amusing anecdote about collective nouns and the author’s inability to find one for a group of girls.
She writes: Birds and beasts in companies, yes, I found them all. A murmuration of starlings, ...

Cattle Class

Tale of a Weary Traveller by Hans-Eric Staby.
The Namibian’s letter page, Friday June 6th. 2008

I consider myself the average female of my age – broad of beam and bosom and how I empathise with the writer’s views on the “luxury” of air travel!
On a flight home from Cape Town, recently, I was shoehorned in alongside two other robustly built travellers. To be so cosied up to a total stranger is not on my list of 100 things to experience before ...