Not quite a week after the marvellous celebrations that marked my half century (yes, I know, I can’t believe it either) and the doormat is troubled by another envelope. This one cheerfully invites me to send in samples of my ‘bowel movement (poo)’ for testing. It even includes instructions and little cardboard sticks for smearing […]
The things that make me happy…
Guess what? I’m still not 50 yet which, evidently, entitles me to bump on about the passage of time and life’s rich tapestry until everyone is heartily sick of me. Then I saw this and – apart from the brownies bit (they’re just bits of short square cake, whatever way you look at it) – […]
This magical May
What’s been going on? I love May. Not just because it’s birthday month, but because of sunshine and sharp cool mornings. This May is shaping up to be a cracker with blue skies and freckles all over the place. Mayday, mayday, mayday. On May Day I was troubling the airwaves as the guest on a […]
I’d rule the world, if I could remember where I put the instructions
What is it? That thing. The important thing, that I have to do today, before it’s too late. A writing thing, or… I know. An email. That’s it. I’ll have sent myself a message. I do that sometimes when it’s vital The Thing doesn’t slip the net. Because I know I read all of the […]
What do you do with your underwear?
No not mine, everyone else’s. The male people in this house each have a pair of buttocks. Aged variously seven, fifteen, seventeen and fifty, the bums also range in size. Therefore, each arse owns a selection of pants. At either end of the derrière spectrum it’s very easy to tell whose is whose, it’s the […]