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Category Archives: The parrot has landed.
The dog days of August.
In theory ended two days ago. They have nothing to do with dogs being hot, or hot dogs, or your dogsies barking because they are hot. They are to do with the rising of Sirius the dog star and were … Continue reading
Errrrr, ZZZZZZZ
One of us is exhausted. Who is it? Is it you or the other one…me. Me, I’m the other one. What was I on about? Let’s read..one of us.. Oh yes, one of us is absolutely knackered, gone, had it. … Continue reading
The all England women’s flab championships, the final.
You join me here on Centre Court for the final, on such a windy day. Jim, do you remember ever having such a windy day? Other than sixty-three, two-oh-eight and seventeen, no. It is unprecedently windy, yes. No, there was … Continue reading
The Frank Sinatra method of meditation 2.
If you enjoyed the last blog about the Frank Sinatra method of meditation for beginners, also known as the meditation of six things, here is a guided meditation. Long term readers (hello, if you would like a badge email me … Continue reading
Not yoga for the knocking on.
Because I am married to a man we have two gigantic televisions. He bought the second one for himself, believing the first, which is the size of a rugby team fridge sat on by an overweight hippopotamus, to be inadequate … Continue reading
Life with the undertall.
That would be me, the undertall. As a child I was small, there were two girls at school in my class similarly sized. We had ballroom dancing, an absolute requirement for young ladies who would be of marriageable age in … Continue reading
FODTWT
I’m sure you’ve heard of FOMO. It’s Fear Of Missing Out and it is definitely a first world problem. I have known entire families afflicted with this, and would like to ask them about it, though it’s tricky to talk … Continue reading
The Full Fawlty.
Have you ever had an hour and a half where everything went wrong? No? Allow me to share the one I’ve just had. Like so many minor annoyances it started with smooth and uncomplicated promise. I was going to set … Continue reading
Magnetic surfaces.
Whilst I love the London Times newspaper so much this column is scribed in Times New Roman font, I feel they have missed a trick this morning. On the third page they report that decluttering guru and tidying up enthusiast … Continue reading
Egrets.
Egrets, I’ve had a few but then again……. I typed this, in a rush, missing an R. Of course, Frank Sinatra could have raised small white wading birds, though he would not have had long to do so, at least … Continue reading
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