Safe to say that March will be memorable for one thing and one thing only. Coronavirus and lockdown. It's meant adjusting routines, and whilst I'm working the hours are dropping. We remain in good spirits though and if nothing else it's given me time to crack on with some other things, including a revisit of
Category: Blogging
Largely older posts, mini blog entries and memes from the past… a vault of dusty nonsense.
The Recap: February 2020
I think I will remember February for mostly being wet and windy. Was there a time when there wasn't a new storm landing on our shores to decimate a weekend? Elsewhere, Sasha has recovered well from her operation and is now happily ensconced back on the sofa (or on my lap) where she should be,
The Recap: January 2020
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
November challenges
November is over and I no longer need to write a new post every day. It's finished, done, finito. Looking back at what I've published and there are some posts in there that I'm pretty proud of, and others that I'm well aware I cobbled together even though I didn't really have the motivation. But
Politics
The UK is facing a general election, driven by a vote two years ago that saw the UK vote for something they didn't understand, that wasn't defined, and still isn't. In the US, the President is facing impeachment, having lied, blustered, and stoked hatred at every turn. And today I've to write about politics? Back
Religion
Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. I can still recite this prayer, word for word, despite not having actively set foot inside a church for the best part of 30 years. I'm not sure if that is awe-inspiring (the power of the human mind!) or terrifying (mind washed chanting), but there
Hope
Isn't the world a wonderful place? Aren't these trees, that grass, those bushes and flowers, amazing in so many ways? Is there anything better than a baby smiling at you? Or the perpetual joy with which your dog greets you when you get home, every night? It's very easy to look at the world we
Loss
The hurt of loss, the longing of one, the distance from those, the untouchable. I wrote those words a long time ago. Time is a great healer yet those who have lost loved ones will know, all too well, that it only takes a tiny moment to bring memories snapping back into vivid view in
Shoes
There is an old joke that goes: "Before you judge a person, walk a mile in their shoes. After that who cares? They're a mile away and you've got their shoes." Badummtshhh! It is, of course, a riff on the idiom that is typically stated as "Before you judge a person, walk a mile in
Money
I don't like talking about money. I find it similar to discussing religion or politics, it's can be a very divisive topic and you can soon find yourself dragged into the long grass as emotions start to kick in. I mostly don't like talking about it because I've not been that great with money for
Infrastructure
Invariably I find myself looking for ways to streamline things. I seem to be wired that way, and if I can find a quicker and better way to do something, even if it means bending a rule or two then that's fine by me. Of course, sometimes better means slower, and that's fine too, it's
Toast
It's the simplest of things. Take a slice of bread, put it in the slot, drop the lever and wait. After a short time the lever POPS! and there you have it, perfectly browned toast, yours to adorn it however you wish, and ohhhh the choices are myriad. My usual toppings for a breakfast slice
Sport
I blame my Dad. He was a P.E. teacher so I guess it's understandable, and natural, that his job seeped into his home life and gave me a love of sport. Correction, a love of watching sport. My earliest memories are rugby, likely the Five Nations, with cricket and Formula 1 a close second (the
Unrequited
I wrote on love the other day and I guess I've been lucky that my life has been filled with people who love me as much as I love them. Of course it wasn't always so and there were some very angsty teenage years where I confused the emotions when I had a crush on
Fight
I can remember the jeering, the cajoling and the pushing, a cacophony of noise and blurs as we got pushed together in the long grass. I can't see the faces but I know I recognised most of them, I was first to get to the agreed place and then all of a sudden more faces