Quiet in the studio, while there is a wind warning-
What should we have for dinner tonight?
When I was a little girl in school, I loved English lessons.
Early on I announced to the teachers that I already knew how to
speak the language (because my older brother did, and since he did I did too, even if I didn't, because I didn't care if I didn't,...I did ), so to my mother's surprise, I was placed in an advanced class (and of course I did really badly, but stuck it out...)The thing was that I loved the pictures in the text books. The children always looked so happy, and everyone seemed to have purpose, and reason, and good will. I wanted That.