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Category Archives: The parrot has landed.
Back to the present.
Hello, I’m back home after a month away. My other half has made major efforts with the lawn and had a go with the device that uproots the dandelions, though like the army springing from the dragon’s teeth there are … Continue reading
Mad House.
I may have had one of my better ideas, or. then again, not. It’s difficult to tell as I am slowly going mad. I read in the paper that a sizeable proportion of carers become clinically depressed; I think that’s … Continue reading
Out of left field.
Sorry for the radio silence, I was somewhat overtaken by events and am writing to you via a dongle, which is a bit of a first for both of us. The communication of it is dodgy, it’s beaming out from … Continue reading
I’m bad, ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, I’m bad.
I’m bad I’m bad, I’m really really bad. Not, unfortunately in a good grab your crotch and stand on tiptoe kind of way, like M.Jackson, although to be fair, a glove was a necessity. It is five or six weeks … Continue reading
Lay-by clowns.
When commuting fifty miles on a regular basis, it is a matter of months before one stops noticing the weather, the traffic flow and the road works and starts noticing more esoteric matters. I first noticed the lay-by clowns quite … Continue reading
You need hands.
Whoever would have thought that Max Bygraves would turn out to be some sort of guru? You need (he sang) hands………and then went on to give a very limited list of what they were handy for: holding someone, expressing sincerity, … Continue reading
The mother of all weekends.
What a weekend! What a weekend! It wasn’t the ‘What a weekend’ weekend I wanted it to be. That would have been that joy and delight, a Miniatura weekend, which is what I didn’t have. Instead I had one of … Continue reading
Mostly ‘armless.
I am. The frustration is terrific. As is the pain. It says on the notes the hospital gave me to do stuff but not too much. So how much is too much? Yesterday I embarked on a bit of marathon … Continue reading
Wired for sound.
Mainly ‘ouch’. The ends of the bones in my wrist are not meeting, despite being re-plastered at an agonising angle, so I’m off into surgery today to have them wired together. This is most instructive. At last, considering the very … Continue reading