I’m an international criminal in France. Changing first names is not allowed except in very strict circumstances so if you are born James Poobum, you stay James Poobum until you die. That’s why we are so iffy about first names being recognisable. There is a list in the Town Hall so forget about calling your … More Would smell as ……
Some of you may have remarked that my life has been somewhat lively since last August when I celebrated my Croning. Things are changing and the only reason for change is: lessons to be learned. You may remember that my old pent made it known that it needed to be elsewhere, around the time that … More Possessions lessons
Hello Gang. Here I am back from my usual three-year drama-trauma hospitalization. Neither I nor the specialists have any idea how or why it happened but I suddenly had a “cardiac incident” which isn’t a heart attack but rather unpleasant. My blood pressure and pulse went through the roof causing oxygen deficiency in my brain, … More I’m back…
… is my end (T.S. Elliott) I wasn’t going to make a big song and dance about my recent dementia diagnosis but everyone has been so very kind and lovely that I had to write a BIG thank you note. In case anyone missed it, my brain is deteriorating rapidly and my last MRI scan … More In my beginning…
Coming back for what is becoming his annual visit, is Seumas Gallacher. In case you missed last year’s chat you can read it here I hope you found the magic warmth cloak I put on the carpet or you’d have frozen to death. Welcome, Seumas. Lovely to have you back. Get you into the kitchen … More The Return of the Jurassic
eugene_delacroix_-la_liberte_guidant_le_peuple [COUNTABLE] a sudden or major change, especially in ideas or methods Last year I came up with the idea of “wisholutions” to avoid the feeling of remorse when breaking “resolutions”. Now I’ve changed my mind again and decided that “wisholutions” are wishy-washy. Do or not do, there is no “try”. To this end, I … More New Year’s REVOLUTION
Here comes the carpet, making a wobbly landing and here’s Beck Robertson, another of my Crooked Cat pals. Waves madly and stumbles off the carpet looking a bit dazed and windswept. Hi, sorry I know I’m a bit late but I took the opportunity to see the local sights for free. Saves on transport costs … More The Fascinating Becky Robertson
That is the Solstice over and as far as I’m concerned the next year has started. It’s traditional to look back and compare, rejoice and/or weep. OK, to be fair 2016 wasn’t exactly the worst year I’ve had in my life, in that I didn’t end up in hospital, and still have all the bits … More Must avoid…..
I get a lot of inspiration from FB and this week it has all been on the above theme. I think I shocked a few people when I answered one of those silly questionnaires which included: How many pregnancies ? (in my case 3) and How many children? (none) Most people know I have no kids but didn’t … More Family
Domestic violence? You probably think you know what I mean. Some poor, badly-dressed woman in a household where they receive loads of benefits, trembling in her cardigan because her rough partner is about to beat her again. Wrong! For a start, domestic violence counts both ways. Men are also beaten up by their women. Very … More Afraid?