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Category Archives: The parrot has landed.
Having a little break.
Specifically radius and ulna. Right across both. It happened with remarkable ease. One of the cats had been sick, in the corner on my weighted work-out gloves. So I did my work out after I’d cleaned it up, washed the … Continue reading
Further wreckage.
If you are not aware of my current destructive mode, please do scroll down to ‘Broke’ to enjoy the full flood of bits dropping off, assisted by your truly. Yesterday I excelled myself. I washed my son’s passport. Easycare 30 … Continue reading
Broke
Over the last fortnight or so, I, we and us have broken seven things. Eight if you include the grammar. I really deplore it. (The breakage, not the grammar.) Wanton destruction, or indeed, purposeful destruction, is not my thing. Creation … Continue reading
Food lies.
This pack contains four servings. No, this pack contains enough to last me just till the end of the car chase in the film and then I’ll have to go to the cupboard and fetch another. Look! I’ve finished it … Continue reading
Internal dialogue.
People in modern novels are frequently depicted as having internal dialogue. They do it on television plays too, though you don’t get to hear what they are thinking, you just see a brief facial contortion, as of someone wrestling with … Continue reading
Christmas for geriatrics 5. Comfort and joy.
What is this? Oh. I see. Slippers for the old lady is it? These will hurt my foot, the instep is too low. I have very aristocratic, tender feet. My old doctor used to say I have the feet of … Continue reading
Christmas for geriatrics 3 or possibly 4 I can’t remember. Turkey.
You! Young man! Are these all the turkeys or are you hiding some from me? No, Madam, there are more turkeys in the cold store. What are you looking for? A turkey! Are you not listening to me? What weight? … Continue reading
Geriatric Christmas 3. The wish list
I wish that woman from over the road would stop hanging her washing where I can see it, I find it most offensive. I wish that dreadful girl in the post office would go away. Last week she kept me … Continue reading
Christmas for geriatrics 2. It’s on the cards.
Have you got the list? What list? The card list? What card list? The Christmas card list. Why should I have the Christmas card list? That’s your job. You write them. That’s nothing to do with me. Well I can’t … Continue reading
Christmas for geriatrics. 1 gifting.
Merry Christmas, I have something for you. Have you? Yes. Good. What is it? Probably a present. Good. What is it? A present. I think. It’s wrapped. Look. Oh yes. That looks like a present. Good. What is it? A … Continue reading