Reading time: 3 mins January is too long, this we already know. You only have to look to social media in the latter days to find post after post bemoaning the length of the month after Christmas, the month after the one we frittered our monies away on ‘things’ and ‘stuff’ and overconsumption. It’s Day 71 of January, etc…
Reading time: 3 mins January is over; I’ve been getting physio on my knee (it’s improving, at last!), we celebrated Lucy being four years old, and my Uncle getting married. Our wee dog Sasha had a knee operation and is recovering well. I’m still a vegetarian and feeling good within myself for it. Ohh and we met up with…
Reading time: 4 mins My first visit was to northern France on a posh camping trip with my parents. We drove down, got the ferry across (to St.Malo I think), and then head to southern Brittany to a pre-erected tent with beds, a fridge, cooking equipment, table and chairs. It was warm, but a different kind of heat than…
Reading time: 2 mins I can’t remember exactly when but I can remember exactly where; my Uncles house in Dundee with my cousin Stuart. I can’t recall how it came about, but I’m guessing it was around about the time I was playing basketball for the school house team, and as my cousin also played it’s possible we’d been…
Reading time: < 1 min The post is written in response to a prompt from Genre Scribes: Friday Fiction Writing Challenge #29 â Tennis. I think the part I loved the most was when I was first released. That whooooosh, the rush of fresh air as the can was popped open, the golden light that greeted me as I tumbled…
Reading time: < 1 min The post is written in response to a prompt from Genre Scribes: Friday Fiction Writing Challenge #29 â Interview. Of course I was nervous, who wouldn’t be. The weeks of waiting now boiled down to the next couple of hours. I closed my eyes, focused my breathing, and thought of the conversations I’d had to…