Idiosyncrasy is one of those words that, once heard, will stick with me all day. I find myself
repeating it, rolling the word around and savouring it. I remember when my grandson, Dan, started doing the same thing when he was learning to talk. It was back in the heyday of Buzz Lightyear and Dan struggled with infinity and would keep repeating, ‘To St Timothy and beyond.’
I is also for incense which my cyber-sister, Glynis Scrivens, lights in the evening and sends thoughts to me. Thank you, Sis.