Letting Go…

The ground is hot to sit on. Even the scorched grass gives little comfort and the summer haze shimmers as the temperature nudges 30 degrees. It’s hot. Stiflingly so. Wicker hampers, disgorging chilled champagne, wine and lashings of ginger beer, do little to take the edge of, what is looking like, a sweltering and chart-topping-since-records-began,Continue reading “Letting Go…”

Concerning Nut Milk…

In an attempt to maintain my racing snake figure, Charlotte has decreed that I should change my intake from less of the bad stuff to comestibles of more nutritional value. And move more. Chocolate, being a plant and, by default, of vegetable origin, it somehow doesn’t count as one of my five a day andContinue reading “Concerning Nut Milk…”

Being AWOL

We have three cats. Bagheera (Bags), Gin and Tonic. It’s been many months since we last saw Bags. He disappeared over the allotments one day and found the stash of birds, rats, mice and other tasty vermin there far tastier than the dried food he received from this quarter. He became the rodent killer ofContinue reading “Being AWOL”

Three Reasons To Be Cheerful…

“It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life…and I’m feeling good” sings Nina Simone. Following on from my Facebook post of ‘Woke up today…result!’ I wanted to share with you the time when I recently bumped into Anthony Hopkins, who was sporting a Covid-19 lockdown hairstyle, just like lots of usContinue reading “Three Reasons To Be Cheerful…”

Race, Creed, Colour…

“Racism in any form is never okay and should never be tolerated.” A statement for reposting to show support for all those who suffer from the hands of intolerance.  Breeding is not something any of us have any personal control over. We arrive, we grow up, we are taught, we learn, we decide. It isContinue reading “Race, Creed, Colour…”

Black Boot Bashing

Following the Moroccan Atlas Mountain debacle in February 2018, Charlotte and I beat a retreat back to England. Today, two years later, I pulled my dusty boots off the shelf and gave them a thorough inspection as, with restrictions imminently being lifted, our home in France might finally be accessible to us and I willContinue reading “Black Boot Bashing”

There will always be Change

Today is actually, literally, my first day off from work this year and as such you might expect something slightly different to the waking up regime chez moi. However, with Ruby to attend to, everyone who has an animal or creature of habit will know, that time, or dog, waits for no man.  So CharlotteContinue reading “There will always be Change”

Being a Bright Spark

During this Bank Holiday weekend, I set myself the challenge of entering the Shed and sorting out the contents, as my dear friend Barry, has been cathartically clearing out his own. As I am not one to not look the proverbial gift horse in the mouth, with open arms I welcomed important ‘stock’ from hisContinue reading “Being a Bright Spark”

Back on Bacon

“Alfie, would you like me to bring you a bacon roll for your lunch tomorrow?” asked Charlotte. Bacon? Did someone mention bacon? Now to be fair, someone only has to say something similar to bacon, like “are we back on for the weekend?” for my little ears to prick up and take notice. It mustContinue reading “Back on Bacon”

Being Loved

It’s five minutes to six in the morning. I know this because I’ve been awake for some time now and had to listen while the birds perform their morning dawn chorus. They always start at the first crack of sparrow’s fart and witter on for the next two hours extolling the virtues of their ownContinue reading “Being Loved”