Happy Mothers Day to all the ladies here who are Mums to the human and furry kind. You’re all a credit to the profession of Motherhood. For those who’ve lost their Mum, buy a bunch of flowers she liked and brighten up your living room with them, or light a candle (safely)and think of a good … More Happy Mothers Day
There have been a few deaths recently of people who have been electrocuted because they have been charging their mobile/cell phones whilst using them in the bath. This sounds a ridiculously stupid way to die. Some people see this as a slimming down of the ‘gene pool’, or an easily avoided tragic death of a … More Complacency Kills
Remembering A family get together Or a couple of hours sitting in a coffee shop Are never spent without a mention of you Remembering, we laugh over the funny things You did or said We grumble about things promised But never done Or old arguments played over again As only siblings can We talk about … More Remembering
Art Gallery Walking through the art gallery Pausing to surreptitiously brush my fingers Across the statues Breathing in the voluptuous Figures of the paintings Like beauties on the beach All seemingly made flesh Real – yet not real at the same time Cold, unforgiving marble Muses Look down upon their admirers Like expensive hard hearted … More Art Gallery
I threw a little teaspoon I threw a little teaspoon into the kitchen sink. It landed in a cereal bowl that bobbed on the surface of the hot soapy water It lay there like the Lady of Shalott in her dying throes I saw that little teaspoon Floating in a sea of suds in perpetuity. … More I threw a little teaspoon
It was very cold today. I was standing at the bus stop after missing my bus (of course) . Funny how you never miss the bus when the weather is lovely, but throw down gale-force winds and buckets of rain – bus sails passed when you’re 20 yards from the stop and you’re too cold … More Bitter Cold & Bus Shelters
Pond Monster
Depression I am so tense the back of my neck aches Sinew twisting & turning Tightening like a fast creeping ivy Strangling its host tree Crushing it slowly in its vice-like grip I feel two enormous hands surrounding my skull Squeezing & pushing down my head into my shoulders Pressing their clawed thumbs into my … More Depression
You’d like to read my scribblings? That is so kind of you! With the expert help of our industrious and ever helpful friend ‘Chris the Reading Ape’, I have managed to fight against my Luddite ways and set up a ‘search’ box on my blog. So if you’d like to read my posts, rather than … More You’d like to read my scribblings? How Nice!
Now I Know What the ‘Phone Number’ Meant I was a precocious child. Always asking questions, not giving up until I had, what I deemed to be, a satisfactory answer, or a clip round the ear for being a pain. I had taught myself to read from around the age of three or four … More Now I know what the ‘Phone Number’ meant
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