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Category Archives: About artists.
Trades
Whilst I know them individually, and they are all lovely people, salt of the earth and so on, collectively I am as fed up to the back teeth with assorted tradesmen as one can be. This one, in particular has … Continue reading
Eye see you you,you.
I fondly believed that I had escaped eye injury, as described n the posting below, by the skin of my teeth, or, to be more accurate, the protection of my contact lens. Until, that was, I woke up yesterday and … Continue reading
To the future by balloon.
A friend is sitting under the sword of Damocles; her husband is booked in for a dementia investigation at the local hospital. I told her about my blog and the dementia diaries. Having done which, I thought I’d better go … Continue reading
The man in my wardrobe
Are you sensing a developing theme here? Yes this week there has been a man in my wardrobe – a different man! Hola! Hey up! I say, steady on! This time it was the joiner because I do like a … Continue reading
The man in my wardrobe
I missed posting last week because I had a man in my wardrobe.* Also I am just beginning to sleep again having had the current sit-up-all-night-coughing virus, that’s doing the rounds. Also I was worried about my hospital check up … Continue reading
Worries
For the first full week of the new decade it was not as new as one would have wished. I needed to phone the plumbers at the end of Wednesday to remind them to visit but instead sat chewing my … Continue reading
Yet more junk
This will not be a long posting, there are two rooms to empty before the builders get started on some demolition in the centre of the house. Yesterday and the day before were the same, when did I acquire all … Continue reading
The decade.
It was the teens, wasn’t it? Redolent of everything rubbish we associate with those years of our own lives: Crackers fashion, utterly lost politically, altruistic for the planet, the homeless, the dispossessed and pants at doing anything about it, all … Continue reading
Happy Christmas from me and Frisco.
Finally the skip has skipped off, so have the builders, for their fortnight break. There was a bit of a panic when I climbed up into the new loft to put the second sun tunnel window out of harm’s way. … Continue reading
It all makes work…………….
Do you remember the comic songs of Flanders and Swan? They had one called The Gasman Cometh in which each tradesman who arrived created a problem that required the work of another tradesman. The chorus was ‘Oh it all makes … Continue reading