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Category Archives: About artists.
Sundries. With Cornflakes.
This is a bit of a catch up before I immerse myself in dolls. First to news of SMIL, who, for new readers, is my Step-mother-in-law, who has Alzheimer’s. She has only been living in a care home for just … Continue reading
Bedding.
Absolutely not in the Shakespearian sense, though at the time bundling was very popular. The courting couple, dressed in every garment they had, were put in bed together, sometimes with a plank of wood between them and then further bundled … Continue reading
Nurses.
Eight days in hospital is a long time to watch. There’s not a lot else you can do if you’re not up to reading but hooked up to bottles and drip stands. I had pipes up my nose and everywhere … Continue reading
How now.
I am writing in a very self-obsessed way following enquiries as to how I am. What a very lengthy performance. It is three weeks today since the surgery. I can walk a few steps before I need to sit down. … Continue reading
Gutted
I actually have been. I am now missing 8 inches of small bowel and several pounds of scar tissue, which has been dissolved. All this happened on the 9th, this is the 24th and the first time I am strong … Continue reading
The squirrel.
I read in the newspaper today that grey squirrels, which are not native to Britain, are responsible for the destruction of trees and chasing our native squirrel, which is a red squirrel away. Well, I’m sorry. I have a grey … Continue reading
Three pinfalls and a submission.
There has been a bit of radio silence from me. You’ve not had any writing because I’ve been writing. As you, dedicated reader, may recall, what sustained me through the dreadful years of being a carer for my demented mother, … Continue reading
Inarticulacy.
Inarticulacy, or as I like to think of it, inarticularcy, is its own thingummy jig. If you arse around with the words, which slip, fugitive from your whatsit, (holding with the hands and fingers, begins with rasp) the results are … Continue reading
Competency.
Have you ever woken up, knowing what was wrong? Or right? I don’t mean in the normal excessively late middle age things of having a sense of which bits have dropped off in the night, assuming, that is, that you’ve … Continue reading
God Save the Queen.
In 1969 I had a mini that was advertised as being able to turn on a sixpence. It was in need of a paint job, a Union Jack was mooted but never arrived and eventually you could inspect the engine … Continue reading