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Orange alert

It was close.  A little lad, under the weather and, in his own words, feeling down in the dumps.  Waiting for Dad to come home, consoled with plans for Halloween carving.  Not a pumpkin to be found in South Wales. Supermarkets, petrol stations, all bereft of the key fruit.  Improvision, dear readers, improvisation.  Amazing what we can do with three oranges.

Personal views of a wordsmithing, sartorialist, horn-playing, state school Oxonian dad, rugby ref, recovering politico, and fan of vintage tailoring, Ralph Lauren style, and sharp writing.

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