Even Roses Have Thorns…

Today was to be an up and at ’em type day. Things to do, places to go. After so many weeks of rain and grey skies, today dawned bright and sunny.  There has been precious little point in shutting the curtains as I go to bed as dusk turns to dark and then rise whenContinue reading “Even Roses Have Thorns…”

Hold On…

Well, that was the week that was. Charlotte has been with me for 10 days here in French France and now has returned to the UK in time to watch the Euro footie final. Not that that was specifically the reason for her to fly back but, just as time waits for no man, inContinue reading “Hold On…”

To repurpose, or not, that is the question…

Yes, your veritable howls of derision were heard this far south in French France when I casually displayed my penchant for repurposing items that were no longer of use. On arrival here last December, one of my first tasks was to remove from the wall in the Gatehouse an offending cooker extractor hood that wouldContinue reading “To repurpose, or not, that is the question…”

No Makeup, No Problem…

I decided not to wear makeup today. Now to many of you, that might be a shock. But along with the high (something for the weekend sir?) heels and the lacy whatevers, today was a day for getting down and dirty. So it was to be no makeup, but instead, jeans with a t-shirt comboContinue reading “No Makeup, No Problem…”

Living with a Bosslady…

Moving swiftly on from the previous On Being Liberal…with a small L Blog and not one to cause a scene or debacle for longer than is strictly necessary, it may simply be due to the previous six months and eighteen days (or 199 days in total) and the total lack of tactile connectivity between CharlotteContinue reading “Living with a Bosslady…”

On being liberal…with a small L

“Laser 558, broadcasting live from the North Sea, where the music is only a minute away…”  A classic strapline from the Laser pirate radio station that competed with Radio Caroline during the early 1980’s, when broadcasting music to eager listeners from ships moored in international waters near the Thames Estuary was the height of livingContinue reading “On being liberal…with a small L”

Why me…?

On a week that has witnessed the most privileged among us discussing the lack of fairness in one’s life, I’ve woken today with a shout of agony as my back has decided for some reason to not play ball, contracting the lower muscles into an agonising, screaming knot of pain and discomfort.  “You’ve retired” IContinue reading “Why me…?”

Give Us A Sign…

How many times do we ask the universe, God, or life in general for a sign? A sign to show us what to do, where to go, who to see, who not to see, what to buy, or even give away?  All of us at some point will have looked back with that wonderful giftContinue reading “Give Us A Sign…”

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…”

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”