Here come the Visigoths.

I don’t usually get into discussions/arguments about politics, either in my blog, on my f/b page or anywhere else on the Net. I like a quiet life. I do all my seething in the shower. I download my angst to the long-suffering Old Boy, who raises his eyebrows and...

Hanging in there…

I’m having one of those ‘why am I even bothering to try’ times. It might be because the skies have been grey and the rain and wind haven’t let up for several days. I could put it down to a combination of chronic arthritis and cabin...

Holidays: The Old Boy, Rex and me.

Being on holiday and sticking to your diet – sorry, “Healthy Life-Style Plan” – is dead-set BORING! Especially when it’s winter. Oh for a hot meat pie, or flaky pasty for lunch. Oh for a block of fruit and nut chocolate to nibble on...

Counting the days.

I’m on countdown mode for a holiday; only four more sleeps to go. I’ve just got a final check-through to do, and a report to write, for an editing job (I’m having a short break, sir, and then I’ll be right back to it) and then I’ll be...

Thank you, doc!

Visited my doc the other day, clutching my list of ‘things-I-must-remember-to-ask-him’ in my sweaty hand. It doesn’t matter that we’re in autumn/winter; my hand always sweats when I go to the doc. Also, my brain goes into an...