I popped into Tesco yesterday; there was no pasta on the shelves (no petrol in the pump either).
I worry that I might not have enough time to complete all the work I have planned on Monday prior to the deadline when I will be asked to present the results of the…
The misdirected guided by the uninformed.
If their lack of safety is 10 times greater than your perception of safety, are they safe? Are you?
What became even funnier was the background I occasionally use of a photo I took in the winter of a cob-web.
We lapsed into singing The Automatic’s ‘What’s that coming over the hill, Is it a Rabbi…”
Of the 147 initial survivors, by the time they were rescued 13 days later only 15 were still alive, the others had been murdered, cannibalised or thrown into the sea.
I come from a long line of worriers, which is apposite as the subject of this blog relates to discussions with my brother about Covid. You see, he has been a mask wearer. He also has asthma like me and the combination of worrier, asthma and the time of Covid is a toxic cocktail forContinue reading “A long line of worriers and wear a facemask?”
After that last election, the one which brought the clown and his Merry Pranksters to power I deleted news and Social Media apps from my phone; it was only with the arrival of Covid that I allowed them back in.
I have always accepted this concept; it has taught me humility.
The weather has changed; yesterday we were basking in too-hot sun, today, the wind and clouds have gathered.
Free the amygdala and you have Abstract Expressionism; terrorise it and you are cowering for shelter, hoping to survive the day.
At Newgrange I felt drawn back to the scene at the end of Stig of the Dump. The one on mid-summers’ eve with the ancients dancing. It was hypnotic to gaze at the zig-zags and spirals in the stone. Etched some five-thousand years ago by an early Irish artist. Potentially off their headContinue reading “At Newgrange”
I have done some research and not seen that anyone else has written about this subject. Therefore, this could be something that affects me and no one else, or, this could be a true breakthrough in 21st Century problems. Recently I was on holiday, and, having just landed in the country and picked-up my mobileContinue reading “Reception Envy”
I had become more relaxed; I was taking her on longer walks. My demeanour had settled into something less than fraught.
I surprised a heron this morning. All gangly Feathers And feet And too-long wings. hobgoblin Crossed with aesthete, It flapped Stiff wings and escaped.