Beach Boy
” And we’re off to the beach! ” Pomi came running down the hall, climbed on the table, jumped and landed in my bag. ” Do not zip me up.” He said while… Continue reading
” And we’re off to the beach! ” Pomi came running down the hall, climbed on the table, jumped and landed in my bag. ” Do not zip me up.” He said while… Continue reading
“Fourty days and fourty nights.” Pomi was standing by the window looking out at the rain that had been pouring for days. I don’t think it is going to stop any time soon… Continue reading
I had been busy running errands all morning and had left Pomi in my work room. He had not wanted to accompany me packed away in my bag again: ‘Enough bag travelling for… Continue reading
” You should tidy your desk.” Pomi was sitting on the stand of my lamp looking displeased. ” Why?” ” Your desk is a mess.” ” And that bothers you?” ” Yes.” ”… Continue reading
After a couple of days temperatures rose again, the sun came out and the snow started to melt. It was time for Pomi and me to go back to the Mediterranean. ” Tell… Continue reading
Snow kept falling over the next couple of days and the world turned a silent white. We spent a lot of time indoors. Pomi made friends and enjoyed homemade cookies yet… Continue reading
Pomi’s prayers were answered and the next morning a thick blanket of snow covered the world outside. I tried to wake my little crochet doll: “Pomi!” ” What? I am tired. I want… Continue reading
“Do you think it is going to snow?” ” No, I don’t think so. We always hoped for snow in December but snow never came. Year after year December would be rainy and… Continue reading
We arrived at the airport far too early and sat down in the boarding lounge to wait. Pomi looked out of the window admiring the planes but got fed up with it pretty… Continue reading
” I have got a surprise for you my little crochet doll.” ” Would it be too much to ask not to call me crochet doll. My name is Pomi.” ” Oh I… Continue reading