Fags, Bags and Worse
The Grand can now walk independently. I have been surprised that he can out manoeuvre those of us who have more than half a century of experience on him, and should be able to [...]
The Mystery of the Blue Grass
The Sister has a wonderful garden. It's awash with colour and raspberries. It's full of interesting quirks: Planting, statues, places to sit, bee hives and fruiting trees. We enjoy a stroll. She tells me [...]
Night Swimming
We're living through Goldilocks weather. It's been too hot to sleep. Then it was too wet for my tomatoes to ripen, too cloudy for the runners to flower. The plums at the top of [...]
Dear Reader, He Moved In
The Toad is right up there with the viper when it comes to expressions of morality in literature. He's the method by which feminine goodness is put to the test and the punishment for [...]
The Spectacle Tree
The topiary at the top of my garden is definitely due a hair cut. I've resisted doing it myself because a lack of three dimensional vision has lead me to the conclusion that I [...]
Masquerade
If you attend one of the great masked balls of Venice, its said that you will not recognise your own reflection in the waters of the Grand Canal. With anonymity assured, anything goes. So [...]
Circles Of Damnation
I have had a glimpse of Hell. I have swum the waters of the Styx and crawled up the bank on the far side. I did it all in the hunt for the single [...]
Something Went Twang
What Covid 19 has given me is sleep. I'm touching wood. I don't want to speak too soon. I've got my fingers crossed, which is not an easy thing to do when typing. I [...]
Resistance Is Futile
The BF has taken up jigsaw puzzles. She's currently doing a one thousand piecer of the 99 most beautiful places she won't be going to any time soon. My neighbours have got cupboards full [...]