Monthly Archives: January 2020

It’s not right for the local vernacular

I really should have taken my trolley shopping this morning. Having shopped, the normal carry bag was so heavy I was forced to catch a bus home. Mind you, I’m still suffering under the thumb of the cold so the … Continue reading

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Mud and cold

I was feeling awful this morning. Even so, I dragged myself out of bed and prepared to leave the house. My ingrained need to go shopping had a hold over me that was stronger than the germ currently living inside … Continue reading

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When the laughter dies

Back when I was a child and living with my grandparents, we didn’t have a TV. We would listen to the radio, play cards, laugh at my grandfather’s crankiness, the usual late 1960’s stuff. I’m not certain but it was … Continue reading

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In the realms of fiction

What a difference a day makes. The view this morning, rather than painted pink, was all murky white. While we’ve had a few misty mornings this is the first actual fog I remember for a long time. Not that it … Continue reading

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Noisy boys

The morning sky was gorgeous today as I walked to the gym. Okay, shepherds were probably not that keen. As it turned out, there was nothing to be warned about. The day was beautiful. Cold, sure, but beautiful. The photo … Continue reading

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When Freya missed Emma

I noticed this morning that the tree which fell across the path in the park last week has been moved. It has now created a very effective wildlife shelter. I have no idea whether the ranger will keep it rather … Continue reading

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No show

I slept very well at the flat last night. In fact, I’d go so far as to say it’s one of the few times I remember sleeping all the way through. I think it’s the new decoration. Speaking of which, … Continue reading

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Fewer olives in a jar

The girls love Rodeos. We call them twisty sticks. They even know what that means. When I ask “How about a twisty stick?” they start bouncing around like excited children with a sugar addiction. Usually, of a morning, as I … Continue reading

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Into the grossness

There are times when I really, really wish I had a gas mask at home. Something that would cover my nose and mouth, allowing me to happily carry out housework tasks without having to smell them. Or taste them. Wouldn’t … Continue reading

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What's the point of umbrellas?

Storm Brendan appeared to have blown himself out. This morning, while grey, was dry and not windy at all. This is a complete change to the last few days. Not that the park is particularly dry. Splodgy would be closer … Continue reading

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