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How to have a Smashing Time
Some of my relationships have brought great joy. Some have been transitory. Some have been long lasting and deep. None has been quite as shattering as [...]
Parlour Games
The Artist, the one who drives the Rollscanardly, told me that her family played a lot of parlour games when she was growing up. Her siblings [...]
Help is at Hand
In the six months that I have been working form home, I have been meaning to secure my passwords, which are now abundant. I'm with an [...]
Friendship
The Flatmate (that was), is now up to her neck in Italian Politics and any chit chat has to be by appointment and booked ahead. We [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]