Thursday, December 21, 2017

blue without you...

i was hoping hippolyta would be able to join me in venice for christmas but 'others' had 'other ideas', so here I am alone (apart from the 'oldies' and this jovial little xmas elf, forced to try and put a brave face on things...

*sigh*


Sunday, October 08, 2017

izzy-wizzy

look who i met the other day....


[Photo: Mark Hesketh-Jennings]

Monday, August 28, 2017

at castle hippolyta

i was quite taken aback to get an invite to join hippolyta at her ancestral home for a house-party –– or, to be more accurate, a castle party!

we had a jolly good time despite the tedious presence of buttons hippo and brother bruno: the first with endless historical anecdotes of doubtful veracity, the later shamelessly freeloading as hippolyta's spiritual adviser, aka official gooseberry!

still we managed to give them the slip and explored the ruins...



we spent ages gazing up at the space where a roof once was...


played hide-and-seek in the knot-garden (which is a garden even though it sounds as if it's not)...




and, in the evenings, we had some highly competitive tiddly-winks tournaments with the aforementioned bh and bb – both of whom cheated shamelessly!


there were times, however, when I rather wondered what was going through hippolyta's mind...


...especially since brother bruno kept humming a tune by (i think) Mendelssohn...... 

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Monday, June 26, 2017

rise and shine

after a late night carousing at the local taverna, hipployta and i retired to chez bunny and arose this morning refreshed and rejuvenated to enjoy a delicious breakfast...


before helping hippolyta with the application of sun bloc (she is conscious of the need to preserve her youthful looks) and – as the holiday draws to a close – settling down to some serious sun-worshiping...


Friday, June 23, 2017

the end of the affair

so...

later that night, i had a bunny-to-croc conversation with cedric in which i asked what his true intentions were with regard to hippolyta and pointed out that whilst he might have bigger teeth than me (and he does! lots of them) not to mention strutting around in a silly top hat and waistcoat as if he were in the royal enclosure at ascot, it didn't cut any ice with me and that he needed to understand that i wasn't prepared to stand by and see him break hippolyta's heart.


i think i must have got my point across as, that night, cedric upped-anchor and slunk off into the aegean.

according to buttons hippo (who took the photo below) hippolyta spent the next day siting on her balcony gazing, he says, at the spot where cedric's yacht had been moored – or, maybe, just hoping that the shiny, newly arrived, motor launch might indicate the imminent appearance of an international talent scout on the look out for someone to star in a forthcoming vegas spectacular...


i spent the day with brother bruno exploring the early christian baths and listening to extracts from his exegesis on first century religious ablution practices with special reference to the spiritual significance manifested by archeological finds in the islands of dodecanese. 

for something that was basically about washing, it was pretty dry stuff...


happily, today, everything seems to be back on an even keel (to use a nautical turn of phrase) and hippolyta and i had an energetic game of hide-and-seek up in the mountains...


before settling down to a little sun bathing.


as for cedric: crocodile schomocodile, i say!